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Zach Another new patch

Clenching her teeth in a fruitless effort to ste, Shell stole on after the men she considered family Loved them like family as well Loved them more than the majority of her flesh and blood relatives, if she was honest

The further into the woods they ventured, the uess of their destination The guys had to be headed to The Box Thoughts of what thatdown her spine Growing up in the MC, Shell had heard countless ruround torture chamber filled with hundreds of Handlers’ enemies from years back Hoas about a mile out into the woods behind the clubhouse How the walls were coated with blood and faded screaossip and guess precisely ent on down there, and each tale was ruesome than the last By the ti limbs sawed off, eyeballs plucked out, and dicks clairls said couldn’t be believed At least that’s what her mother told her when she was nine and asked what a blow job was and why she overheard a Honey using it in reference to her father Since that day, she’d always tried to take what they told her with a grain of salt It’s not as though the men actually shared any club business with the women ere little more than whores

The truth was probably a watered-down version of the legends, even if the Honey bragging about blowing Shell’s father had been telling the truth Turned out the man had been with nearly all of theirl wanted to think about Regardless, The Box existed and wasn’t a place anyone wanted to find themselves

After another five h the woods, the men suddenly came to a dead stop

Michelle darted behind the nearest thick-trunked tree She held as still as possible, not even daring to breathe Too bad her heart was pounding so loud it could be heard a mile away

Had the guys noticed her? Did they suspect they had a stoay? Could they hear the rattling of her frozen and terrified bones?

This was by far her stupidest idea ever

“Bring him out to me,” Copper said

Shell would recognize that voice anywhere That Irish brogue belonging to the six-foot-five, tatted biker who starred in every teenage fantasy she’d ever had His name decorated a diary hidden deep under her bed, scrawled over and over with spritzes of cheap perfume and lipstick kisses If anyone ever found it, she’d die on the spot, but so far, her secret was safe

“You sure, brother? Wouldn’t it be easier to do this shit down in The Box?” Rusty asked

Shell frowned Younger by ten years, Rusty was Copper’s brother and a huge jerk There was no other word to describe him Okay, there were a few others, but despite their extreot on her case every ti about ladies not cussing, she avoided using any kind of foul language in front of them Kinda like she avoided Rusty at all costs