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executioner. Never seen him with my own eyes.”
    “Holy shit,” I whisper, shaking my head. “What’s your number start with?” I asked, my eyes running to his neck.
    “Three, and I’m the only one as of today.”
    Since then, we became brothers, and I knew in a second that I would lay down my life for him.
    “Hella!” Beast beamed from his position, pulling me out of my memory. “You were saying?”
    Beast leaned back into his chair while running his hand over his chin. “Does our history mean nothing to you? The history between Zane and his crew?”
    “Not really, don’t give a fuck about them, Beast. This is our club. We must watch ours first.”
    His eyebrows rose. “Are you fighting me on this?”
    I glanced around the table at the brothers who were there and willing to lay their life down for this club. I shook my head. “Nah, prez, I gotchu.”
    And I do. I have his back no matter what, and that’s not just because he’s my president, but because we were brothers before this patch bonded us together, and maybe even before The Army bonded us together. He’s my bromate.
    He slammed the gavel down and pushed off his chair. “Good, then it’s final. We ride out tonight.”
    Slouching back in my chair, I put a cigarette into my mouth and Frost throws me his Zippo. “I’m with you on this one. Doesn’t seem right.”
    I watched as everyone cleared out of the boardroom. Our clubhouse was big, but the land it was on was even bigger. The day I got patched in was when Beast had gone out on a run one night after finding out who his biological dad was. His dad brought me back here to Las Vegas and admired my loyalty toward Beast. I think he knew how deep my loyalty ran, and also that Beast would be taking the gavel one day, so he put me as Sgt. Of Arms automatically over boys who had been rolling with him for years. At first, I thought it was fucked up that he would do that. That was, until I saw in his eyes how much he loved Beast. Since that day, I never second-guessed his decision. After he died, Beast assigned me as Vice President, his right-hand man. It came as less of a shock, since all the brothers knew he would. Becoming a member of an MC came almost naturally to us. For Beast, it was all he had ever known to be part of a group, whereas for me, I was used to being on my own, yet I craved a brotherhood.
    “Westbeach, huh,” I said, flicking my ash.
    Frost laughed, running his hand over his chin. “Yeah, Westbeach.”

Melissa
    The bonfire that’s sitting outside of the Sinful Souls clubhouse is in full blaze and my drinks couldn’t go down fast enough. My best friend Phoebe flops down onto the stump next to me, her drink clutched in her hand. “You okay?” she questions softly.
    I nod with a smile. “Yeah, much better now.”
    “How’s the bakery going?”
    “It’s finally picking up momentum now that Sally’s shut down across the street.”
    My boutique bakery “Eat Me” is situated in the heart of Westbeach, right across the beach. Since college, I’ve been trying to find my place where I belong in the world. I had plans in college. I was supposed to be a doctor. It’s why my mom poured so much money into my college fund; she relied on me. Mother dearest is still in Saugatuck, Michigan, but fortunately, she’s no longer tending to the horny men of the country. She’s now the wife of a rich high-flyer from NYC. Bob is great. He treats her well and loves me and my sister like we’re his own. My sister Millie is now a sister in the local Catholic church in Ann Arbor, Michigan. I haven’t visited her in years and don’t plan to. Her judgments keep me away and I haven’t seen or heard from Eddy since I left college to help my mom when she was first diagnosed with stage two ovarian cancer. Thinking about what happened all those years ago resurfaces too many memories and old feelings, so I tend to keep them locked in a box inside my head, silently hoping that that box remains locked