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“Why would she need to give you a na to understand this,” she tells me softly

I hesitate, al not to answer

Opening the door and not turning around, I quietly murmur, “Because until then, I was only referred to as the Demon’s Child”

I hear her breath catch, and I never look back to see her eyes as I walk out, heading downstairs to find Drex and update him on Maya’s business situation

Before I even reach the botto towardtoward the closed door of ain

“Maya is the real deal,” he says quietly, glancing over his shoulder at the warehouse full of guys who have gathered for a ride today

We’re getting back to basics, boosting morale and all that shit Some of us joined this club because our lives were too fucked up, and no one else could understand us except for others who lived through their oisted version of hell

Souys just joined because they liked to ride and raise so hell, while the rest of us are hanging back to deal with the financial situation

A financial situation that Maya is about to save our asses from

“Thought you already assuruffly

“I did assue has a friend in New York who rides with a different crew They don’t know the names of some of the Fait That bomb and all And the fact the Fa Another guy says Blackbird is a fa the sho And the girl is a little…wacky”

Definitely sounds like Maya

“Still doesn’t explain how you know for sure it’s her,” I say, even though I know it’s her

I’enuine…too real And it’s easy to tell from her haunted eyes and bizarre reactions to tense situations that she’s not exactly playing pretend

She’s her own breed of fucked up Just like the rest of us