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his balls squishing under the pressure as he keeled over with an oompf .
    I absolutely hated scumbags like him.
    Just as he hit the ground, I heard a chopper driving down the street in front of me. I looked up, but I couldn’t see much other than the outline of a man in the darkness.
    I left the young guy groaning in pain on the ground and let myself into the building. Hopefully that would be the last time I ever saw him, and the last time he ever tried to pull that shit on a woman.

The Arrangement

    The plan now was to avoid Jag’s hangouts for at least a week. I wanted to give him some time to let everything soak in; to have him wondering exactly who that mysterious new woman was. He had given me enough attention that night that I’d know exactly how to handle him from now on.
    Men were too easy to play. The conflict between their two minds was their greatest weakness. Understanding that conflict was what made me the best agent on the force.
    I decided to hit up a local biker shop to get some new clothes so I’d fit in just a little better at the saloon next time. Now that I had attracted Jag’s attention, I wanted to blend in so nobody else would notice me.
    When I arrived, a young woman with multiple tattoos and piercings greeted me. I politely declined her offer for help and began filtering through the ladies’ jackets. A few moments later, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
    My initial reaction was to throw it off and set myself apart from the man, but I had to remember that I was in a safe place.
    Turning around, I found myself looking straight into Jag’s eyes.
    He wore the same jacket as the night at the saloon, but this time he seemed a bit more open and friendly with a smile on his face.
    “Hey, I saw what you did the other night,” he said.
    I blinked, feigning ignorance. “Saw what?”
    “You drop Buster to the ground like a sack of potatoes,” he said with a laugh.
    “Oh, that. Yeah, he deserved it.” I turned back to the rack of jackets. “Bastard tried to lay a hand on me after I warned him.”
    “I hadn’t seen you around before, so I wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be any trouble. It’s never good news when a new girl leaves with him.” He smiled again. “But I guess you know how to handle yourself just fine.”
    “Sure do. Thanks for your concern, though.” I was giving him a hard time on purpose.
    “I wanted to tell you something.”
    “What’s that, darling?” I turned back to him with a little sass in my hips.
    “Our family is having a community barbeque this coming Sunday. You might have some fun there.”
    And with that, he turned to walk away.
    “Where?” I asked.
    Without another word, he held his hands up by his head, pointing to the back of his jacket with both thumbs as he walked away. The logo of a devil holding two bloody angel wings spoke loud and clear: Satan’s Saviors.

It went against my initial plan to take things slow with Jag, but I couldn’t just ignore an invite like that. It was a fast track into their lives; an easy opportunity to become a familiar face for the entire club.
    Jag hadn’t given me a time for the barbeque, but I assumed it would be in the evening. I caught the bus to their clubhouse and things were already in full swing behind the brown wooden fence surrounding their backyard.
    People were walking around with hamburgers and hot dogs. They were conversing in groups, laughing. Rodney, their president was immediately recognizable. He was running the barbeque.
    Jag wasn’t kidding, this really was a community event. The atmosphere was more friendly and welcoming than I expected. I walked through the crowd of adults and children, who were chasing each other at my feet. The grass below them wasn't taken care of very well, it was drying out in large patches of yellow.
    When I found Jag, he walked right over to me and smiled.
    “Hey, you made it!”
    He extended his arms and gave me a quick hug.
    “Come on, let’s get you a burger.”
    Jag