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coming back. Romero whispered, “Ain’t one of mine. Must be yours.”

    Switching positions with him, I peeked around the corner. At first, the light from the motorcycle blinded me, but my eyes adjusted after a few seconds. A man kicked around in the dust while walking a circle around Romero’s bike. The dim light that fell on him illuminated the back of his cut. He was a Devil’s Brancher all right. The familiar design on the back of his cut jumped out immediately.

    From behind, I couldn’t tell who he was. I knew the bike wasn’t my dad’s, and I thanked God for that. If he had caught me in the flesh with a member of the Rising Sons, all hell might’ve broken loose. I squinted, waiting for the man to turn around. When he did, my heart stopped.

    It was Ty. In that moment, I almost wished it had been my father. Ty was beyond protective of me, and he hated the Rising Sons just as much as my father and Gage. As if he knew where we hid, Ty yelled out in our direction, “Julie! I know you’re here somewhere.”

    I closed my eyes tight as Romero whispered to me, “Maybe I should go out there and talk to them. Man-to-man. If he’s a reasonable guy—“

    There was a crash of metal. My eyes flew open in time to see Romero’s bike rocking on the ground. Ty had kicked it over. “Don’t know whose bike this is, but fuck them! Come on out and make this easy on yourself, fuckstick!”

    I turned to Romero. “I can’t go out there. He’d never believe any story about that bike. We should run. He doesn’t know I’m here . Please, let’s just go.”

    The look of stoic determination in Romero’s eyes told me everything. There was no way Romero would let it go. Ty had disrespected him by disrespecting his bike. Bikers were hot, beefy bad-boys, but they weren’t good with anger management. There was fire in Romero’s eyes; a fire that I couldn’t extinguish.

    He stood up, ready to confront Ty. I grabbed onto his wrist, pleading with him, “Let it go. Let it go for me. We were going to leave. Romero, remember that!” As he walked past me, there was no point whispering anymore. “Please!” I cried out, maybe to him, maybe to Ty, maybe to no one at all.

    Romero went anyway, oblivious to my words. My next effort was to try and plea with the man from my father’s motorcycle club. If Ty really cared for me, maybe I could get him to back down.

    With my hands up, I ran from behind the corner. I hurried between the two men. “Ty, I need you to call down and just listen. There’s nothing wrong here. I know my dad sent you to find me. Maybe he didn’t tell you exactly why I left the way I did, but if you listen—”

      The veins in his neck throbbed in the lights that guarded the parking lot. His nostrils flared as he cut me off, “Doesn’t matter why. Maybe it did before I showed up here and seen you running with one of the motherfucking Rising Sons. Unless you tell me he kidnapped you, we have a serious fucking problem here.”

    From behind me, Romero spoke, “Listen here, you little cunt. Don’t you fucking speak to her that way. If you don’t care why she ran, you’re no better than him. You’ve got the fucking balls to knock my ride into the gravel?”  

    I didn’t even want to turn around and see Romero. I could hear the fury in his voice. Then out of nowhere, he laughed like a madman. “I’m gonna let it slide. No, really. You do one small thing for me and I’ll forget this whole thing happened.”

    I turned around. “Romero, please.”

    Now it was Ty speaking behind me. “Julie, you best step aside.”

    I was being pulled into different directions while doing everything I could to keep these two men from killing each other, and I was doing a shitty job at it.

    Romero laughed again. “First, you’re gonna pick up my bike. Then you can eat a handful of gravel. I want you to know the pain Betsy feels. Do it, and I’ll let it slide.”

    I spun around. The bike’s light glimmered off