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Prologue

Amy

I wasn’t nervous as I rolled through the open gate, though I did hope that I’d followed the right directions and an axefor me at the end of the lane My new Prius was so ridiculously quiet that I could hear every crunch of gravel under the tires I could even hear the crickets chirping out in the trees to h that was likelywith the s rolled up this tion s and the hint of rain almost always in the air It was so different from where I’d lived for the past twenty-odd years that I couldn’t get enough of it

The road forked like he’d said it did, and at the end on the left sat the big building I was searching for I took a deep breath of relief when I saw the line of bikes backed up against it Clearly, I was in the right place Patrick had given ue directions e’d spoken a couple inedto his clubhouse—especially without speaking to him first

His number had burned a hole in my metaphorical pocket for et my life situated before I dealt with his shit, and I didn’t think that was in any way unreasonable Unfortunately, he’d disagreed

I hadn’t called hi me for , I’d finally realized that his thu for the tiny keyboard Add to that the assistance of autocorrect and what I received were es that appeared to be co hoell read he was It took less than a week for thethat I hadn’t contacted him The only reason I’d even known that much was because he hadn’t been satisfied with texts; all phone calls had also been followed up with livid voicemails

Like he had a right to expect anything from me

I shook my head as I climbed out of my car and flipped my heavy silver hair over my shoulder I’d pulled half of it back in a thick, loose ponytail near the base of er rubber band so I could pull it all up and one amiss, either

God, as I thinking?

I’d worked hard to be where I was, and I’d been co ti as stupid as , capable, and ss that ood for a woood genes and clean living had kept oddammit I didn’t cower for anyone

There was an open door to the right of soht, and I made my way there with h I knew I should have been afraid of walking into a room of bikers I didn’t know, but I wasn’t

I wasn’t really afraid of anything I think thatyou never i else seems trivial in comparison

The place was loud, with men in leather vests peppered around the roo wo on laps and preening for anyone as looking Good Lord, it was like a frat house with old men I’m pretty sure I saw a movie like that once…