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“Tell the ginger I’ll be seeing him,” he whispered

A cold chill ran down her spine

He kneho she was

Jazz pushed forward, keeping her gaze fixed ahead Crank didn’t move his hand Instead he let it slide fro a sweater and bulky coat, he’d have copped a good feel As she walked past the checkout counter, the kid said, “On the house”

Only then did Jazz look down at the coffee still in her hands She’d co it hadn’t been necessary as her tre hands shook it all up

“Thank you,” she mumbled as she hurried to the exit One of the rin on his face

“Be seeing ya, sweetheart,” he said, slapping her on the ass as she walked by

Jazz yelped, and one of the coffees flew out of her hand, landing with a steamy splatter across the sidewalk

Gumby, as halfway between the pu toward her “Hey, what the fuck was that?” he yelled to the biker who’d hit her

Chaos was seconds fro

Fuck the coffee

Jazz dropped the re sideways to avoid the splatter She ran toward Gu her arm in his as she reached him

“What the fuck was that?” he said as he tried to pull free “He just hit your ass? You know him? That wasn’t a Handlers cut”

“I know,” she said, tugging hio Now”

“Wait, I can’t let that shit slide, babe,” he practically growled

“Yes, you can I’ll explain everything, but we need to get the fuck out of here, now”

Finally, he relented and let her tow him to the car

“Remember how to find the clubhouse?” she asked

“Yeah…”

“Good” She tossed hi too hard on the inside and outside to focus on the road “We need to go straight there” She fuh her purse as she spoke

Guas station but pulled over on the side of the road only seconds later “Jazz,” he said in a co tone she’d never heard from him

Phone in hand, Jazz stared at him, mouth open

“I need to knohat the fuck is going on We up shit’s creek here?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered, no longer looking into the eyes of the guy anted her, but the dangerous biker he hid well beneath the often sweet exterior “I pro on,” she said “But I need to tell them first”