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"Glad to hear it" I then slid the picture of his angel-faced daughter back into his wallet "Glad to know that your baby girl will be staying safe and sound, too"

"Yes," Frankie whispered, a treh his body

Glancing at Bishop, I gave a nod He took his pocketknife out of his jeans and cut the ties binding Frankie

"Have a good one, man I look forward to our shipave a brief jerk of his head in acknowledgment as he rubbed his wrists where they had been bound With a final wave, I headed out the door of Frankie’s warehouse with Bishop on my heels As we stepped into the intense May sunshine, I felt grateful for the warmth that heated the exposed skin below my T-shirt and the leather cut, or vest, I wore that boasted the Raiders’ logo When I slid across the seat ofmy neck to look at hirin "I was just thinkin’ it was good I ith you and not Rev when you started in on that kiddie-pussy shit He would have freaked the fuck out and ruined everything"

I snorted at the mention of my adoptive brother Reverend, or Rev, as he was knoithin the club Nathaniel was his birth name, but none of his brothers called hi but our given nah Rev was six foot four and a wall of muscle, he was really a tenderhearted pussy when it caiant who loved puppies and kids and that rainbows-and-hearts shit Most of the tirity to fit into our world "Yeah, well, that’s the reason no one ever voted hieant at arms They kneouldn’t be able to do shit when it ca a hard-ass"

"True," Bishop replied, as he slid across his bike’s seat After putting on ine There was no other feeling in ine beneath h I now had the support of a loving fa for a place to make his own Only the road offered a place for me to be my true self

As I wound h the back roads toward hoot to the compound, there were a few scattered bikes here and there It was only four, andaround until they were done with their straight jobs Years ago, when the cotton mill went bust, Preach had the business sense to buy the property At the ti then and focused on hisup in the MC world, he’d found Jesus in prison when he was just twenty When he got out three years later, he buried his biker past and became a Pentecostal preacher That’s where he’d met my adoptive hteen-year-old beauty The daughter of a church elder She saw him as the lost black sheep she could lead into the fold

But even after he ood word, the biker bred into hied and clawed to be free Then, two years after I calory That was the night he killed one of his own flock I’d never been given the entire story, but I did know it had to do with theRev somehow Preach didn’t do any time--instead, the transient ation had been made up of truly lost souls without hope or family, so it was easy to bury hi questions

After that night, the biker e and proud, which caused Preach and Mao down in flames They separated after that, but they never divorced My e row house while Preach slept at the clubhouse that had once been his church While she loathed the biker world, Mama Beth watched helplessly as each of us followed in Preach’s footsteps by patching into the Raiders I think the three of us boys kept her constantly on her knees in prayer But even though ere badass bikers, we still loved and respected the hell out of her She was the best uy could ever ask for, and she never treated me any differently from her blood sons

Once I eased my bike to a stop in front of the clubhouse, I pulled offit from one of the handlebars I didn’t have much to say to Bishop or to the two prospects who stood outside the clubhouse’s front door No, I had a singular focus at thea job, I needed a release, and sex was usually how I did it With a determined step, I headed inside

Guns N’ Roses blared fro for one thing in particular Or one person in particular And then I found her Behind the bar, Cheyenne Bates bent over the worn,away the crushed peanuts and chips Her long blond hair ept back in a ponytail At the perfect view of her aainsther, she jerked her head up, her intense blue eyes aze A slow, seductive s up a hand, I crooked a finger at her She tossed the rag on the counter and then hurried around the side of the bar She teetered on her tall but sexy-as-hell heels as she closed the gap between us She threw her ars around my waist "Hey, baby Imy head to nuzzle the tops of her breasts I steered us past the other guys and down the hallway Once I got toCheyenne’s ass while the other went to open the door

I’d been fucking Cheyenne almost exclusively for the last year Occasionally, a new piece of ass ht turn my head when I was on a run or at a rally But I liked the fact that Cheyenne knew exactly how to blowet the your dick She always took care of me first I like that shit

Once I set her down on her feet, she sank to her knees in front of ers came to my waist to loosenher lips down roaned,back with the out-of-this-world sensations of Cheyenne’s incredible head-giving skills The wo Hoover