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"Is that a threat?" The cop cocks his head to the side like he doesn’t give a da is that the two are talking like they’ve pen grins like a crazy man "Yeah, it is"

The cop slips a white card out of the file and holds it out to me, but I keep my arms crossed over my chest With his eyes locked with mine, he drops the card and it floats like a feather to the porch

He walks down the stairs, across the yard, and within less than atires

Pigpen releases a long breath and glances over his shoulder atto want to knohat that was about?"

I shake roup of men who oversee the members They tackle the day-to-day operations of the club and they tackle any probleested the club killed uess they ant to hear about this I incline my head in affirmation

"Shit"

Su with the board soon"

Pigpen swipes up the card, but I catch a peek as I head past him to my bike The cop’s name is Jake Barlow, and not only is he a detective, but he’s part of a gang task force

We’re a legit club We don’t dabble in illegal nonsense We aren’t the clichéd MC that sells guns, drugs, or deals in prostitution We’re just a group of guys who love motorcycles and believe that fah your veins This guy, he was fucking with pen calls as I straddle ht?"

I’ Everyone knows this, but this silence is beyond e of Monition The cop said there were no skid s ache as if soht? Hell, no I look away and Pigpen says, "Whatever this is, we’ll figure it out"

I nod, then startso them soon

Breanna

I KNOW THAT the capital of Bolivia is Sucre I know that the average distance from the earth to the o sixRando that will boostthat will saveour last day on the planet

While my brain is obviously wired differently, there are certain coirls in town coht, like when I was six andme to tie my shoes or how at four my older sister spared a few minutes from her overly important life to show me how to spell my name