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am.”
    “What’s the hesitation?”
    I let my eyes wander the room again. Distracting myself with the details of my surroundings relieves the pressure he’s placing me under. “I don’t like biker gangs.”
    Apex leans back, and roars with laughter. “Oh, princess,” he sighs. “I didn’t pick you as being the precious type.”
    “I’m not precious,” I reply with a carefully controlled, level voice. “I just don’t like the attitude you lot have.”
    “Which is?”
    “That you’re fuckin’ gods among men.”
    He smirks. “What’s wrong with wanting to be at the top?”
    “The notion that everyone else is lesser because of it.”
    “How about you stick around, then? Make up your own mind?”
    I sigh, and stand from the chair. “I also don’t like being owned.”
    “Sit,” Apex instructs.
    I shake my head. Sitting for too long is something I haven’t been comfortable with for years.
    “Fine, stand.” He pushes out from the desk and walks over to where I am, stopping inches from me. “We don’t ‘own’ people around here, but if you give the place half a chance you’ll see how loyal members become. Nobody is held by force, but almost all of them will never leave by choice.” He walks to the door, and pulls it wide. “Besides, what other options have you got?”
    The asshole walks out, leaving me with that gem of information.
    What have I got other than his proposition? The guy is offering me food and a place to sleep, all for the price of loyalty.
    As much as I hate bikers, I could use the break to figure what I will do with my life from here on in.
    What harm could a week or so of playing into their hands do?

“DRINK UP, you pussy!” King wobbles off towards a curvy redhead, but not before dosing me with a healthy slap to the back.
      The clubhouse is alive, the music enough to make your eardrums bleed. Callum, our newly appointed VP, leans in next to me and slides a freshly refilled whiskey glass my way. “How does it feel, man? You been for a ‘ride’ yet?” He bites his bottom lip and thrusts his crotch up for effect.
    I laugh at his crude joke. After a lengthy absence, my driver’s license has been officially returned to me. Not that it stopped me getting on my bike whenever the hell I chose. What was I supposed to do? Catch a bus? Yeah, right. The boys decided to throw me a little ‘welcome back’ party, and after whining more than a pack of schoolgirls for a week to our recently appointed president, King, he approved.
    “You talkin’ about me ridin’ my bike, or our fine bar-lady here?”
    Our server for the night flicks a towel my way with a stern look. I’m sure Sonya’s used to having worse—although I’m also sure I’m the only one who dreams of doing her almost every night.
    Four years I’ve been chasing that woman, and for four years she’s been playing hard to get. The woman guards her heart with the tenacity of a Rottweiler, and whenever I ask around about it, everyone turns the other way or changes the subject.
    “You’re fucking askin’ for it, boy.” Callum chuckles, and slides off his stool. “I better go give this engine a service,” he says, making lewd gestures at his cock.
    Does it ever stop?
    I smile at him, but the expression doesn’t meet my eyes. These guys are good to me—more than good—but by fuck can I get sick of the constant ‘big’ talk in a hurry. Sure, I can spout it off like a native tongue as needed, but it was never who I was before here. Yet, needs a must, hey?
    “What’s up, soldier?” Sonya asks, leaning her elbows on her side of the counter. “You don’t look like your heart’s in it tonight.” Her golden hair falls in soft waves about her face, and the Harley T-shirt she’s wearing looks as though it’s been a thousand rounds on the inside of a washer—the print is faded and cracking.
    “What would you know?” I bite back, watching her closely to gauge her response to my short attitude. The woman’s been