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The love I felt for him surpassed any love I’d ever experienced. More than my parents or my brother. Deeper than my ex-boyfriend. A parent’s love for a child was more profound, selfless, and life-changing than any other on this earth.

I would fight for Jacob until I no longer had life in my body. I wondered, even then, if I would defend him from beyond the grave.

“I love you, my beautiful boy,” I whispered, merging onto the street as I left my driveway.

I caught the garage door as it closed in my rearview mirror and hoped that I would leave danger behind in California without dragging it behind us, kicking and screaming, into our new life.

Chapter 1

“Ithought you didn’t give a shit about the shop.”

“Never said I do now, either,” I deadpanned, shooting a glare in Wraith’s direction as I stood, cracking my back.

His amused grin twitched the corners of his lips. “You should take on more clients. That bike is fucking beautiful.”

He wasn’t wrong. I wiped the grease from my hands, staring at the fucking gorgeous Harley in front of me. My best work. The customer was gonna love the custom paint job and the extra shit I installed.

“I prefer to work on my own schedule.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Wraith ticked his chin toward Chrome as he approached and whistled, giving the bike a longing look.

“Fuck, Mammoth. I need to hire you.”

“I’m booked through summer,” I replied, “but hit me up after that.”

“Will do.”

“Fuck. I need another ride.”

Wraith snorted. “You’ve bought three in the last six months.”

“So?” Chrome shrugged. “I love my girls.”

He sure did. Chrome got his nickname from his love of polishing the chrome and custom paint on his bikes. Most of us chuckled, but he was serious about keeping them shining and pretty, almost to a fault.

Me? If I couldn’t get my ride dirty, I wasn’t riding hard or fast enough.

I had that in common with his identical twin brother, Rael. The fucking pain in my ass, Sergeant at Arms for the club. Lovedthat crazy fucker even if I did want to punch him in the mouth every goddamn time that he spoke to me.

“I’m headin’ out,” I informed the crew still working inside the shop. A few hands rose or waved to acknowledge me while Chrome and Wraith walked toward the rear of the building toward the office. Probably had something to do with the inventory. I never stuck around for that shit. Not in my job description.

As V.P., I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. That never involved dealing with shit inside the shop, like inventory, disgruntled employees, or messed up shipments. I had my own shit to deal with and responsibilities.

The club owned Reaper’s Custom Rides & Repairs, and the business had a reputation for going the extra mile, providing bikes that blew the competition away. My favorite part of the job was always the reveal. Since this custom restoration was done early, I planned to give Mike a call and let him know. I needed that payday. Had my eye on an upgrade for my Harley.

“You got pussy to chase down?” Exorcist asked as I walked past the picnic tables in front of The Crossroads in a brisk walk. Ex liked to sit and smoke outside, soaking up the sun. Something about old bones and needing the vitamin D. Who knew if Exorcist was full of shit? My guess? Probably.

I snorted. “Fuck off. I got shit to do.”

He smirked. “Porn does the job if you can’t get lucky.”

Asshole.

Rael snickered as he exited the building behind us in time to catch Ex’s remark. Fuck. If he said something to piss me off...

“You busy, Mammoth?”

“Does it look like I’m standin’ around, holdin’ my dick? Hell no,” I grumbled.

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