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“Are you okay?” he asks, his back to everyone.

“I’m fine, but you and Bane are causing a scene,” I whisper just as Colt comes into the room, making his way to stand behind me.

My heart is slamming against my chest as my three men surround me. They aren’t close enough to touch, but they are close enough to protect me, and other members are noticing. Match and Bookie, for example, are giving us curious glances, but decide nothing must be going on because their focus is on whatever Daddy is working on.

“Sugarplum,” Daddy calls out in front of everyone.

I used to be embarrassed by the nickname, but now I know it’s an endearment. I’d be sad if he ever stopped calling me that.

“Why don’t you want to go out with Grim?”

Now I am embarrassed. “Seriously? Do we need to talk about this in front of everyone?”

“Yes.” He doesn’t bother looking up from the map as Grim draws a red line on it, connecting two places.

“That’s funny, because I thought it was up to me to decide if I wanted to go out with him. I don’t know what the hell the deal is, but I’m not going to go out with Grim. Not now, not ever. So whatever plan you had, you might as well forget about it because it isn’t happening.” I march out of the clubhouse and head to my car, not wanting anything to do with this MC for another second today.

All the testosterone is giving me a headache. Who the hell do they think they are? And did Grim go and tattle? What are we, in middle school? He can’t take rejection like a grown man? He had to go and tell my dad? What a damn joke.

“Harlow!” Alto yells for me, but I don’t stop to look at him because if I stop, I’ll run into his arms.

That’s the last thing any of us need.

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BANE

Alto is right. Something is up with Grim. He isn’t taking Harlow’s rejection well. I overheard him telling Bullwhip that she just needed some time to get over some kid breaking her heart, but that she’d say yes to him eventually. What the hell was up with that?

Damn Grizzly is too blind to see that this Grim character has nothing good planned for Harlow. His fake pleasantries and promises can kiss my ass because no one is touching my girl and no one is going to be taking advantage of her.

Grizzly has been so far up Grim’s ass, I’m surprised he sees the light of day. They have been mapping out territory of where the issues are rising with drugs, and where each body is found. All the issues were found right outside of what we claim as ours in this city, but the dealers are getting bolder, getting closer, and eventually the drugs will hit the clubhouse.

The members don’t do drugs. Not hard drugs. Grizzly has everyone take drug tests every few months because he doesn’t want any of his members falling over dead if we have to go and make an extraction to save a domestic violence victim.

The drugs that are enclosing on our territory are dangerously close to the domestic violence shelter, which is why Colt and I are on our way there to ask questions to see if anyone has seen anything questionable.

Colt takes a right into a gas station and I follow, easing my bike behind his.

“I forgot to fill up yesterday. I’m on fumes.”

“I’ll top off too. Who knows how long we’ll be out today,” I tell him, swiping my card when I feel eyes on me. The hair on the back of my neck stands up, but I don’t give anything away. I don’t want to notify whoever is watching me that I know they are.

Going about my business, I fill the tank. Colt looks over at me, a low, small nod telling me he feels it too. I bite the inside of my cheek, my fingers tightening around the handle of a gas pump. When the pump stops, I take the nozzle out and settle back where it belongs.

With a loud rumble from pressing on the throttle, Colt and I leave, riding side by side. He takes out his gun, the barrel long and silver, the bullet big enough to leave a giant hole in your chest. The power of that weapon is heavy. I’m not sure how he wears it every day.

I breathe in the dry, hot air of the desert, dipping into my vest to grab my ninja stars. They are quick, easy to throw, and with the right accuracy, can kill someone. Blades are my weapon of choice because I hate them so fucking much and I know how they hurt. Any time I use them, I hope anyone who feels pain, feels the amount I felt when I was just a boy.

We’re ready for an attack but nothing happens. The road is quiet, but we remain at the ready. Much to my surprise, we’re able to get to the shelter without anything happening.

“Something is going on,” Colt says.

“I know.” I slide out my phone from my pocket and text Alto to let him know what’s going on.

Me: Something is up. We are being followed. I’ll keep you updated.

“I let Alto know so they’re not blindsided if anything happens,” I say, taking two steps at a time until we’re at the front door.

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