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moments and finally, the door opened. A young
    man stepped out, with dark hair that brushed his collar. She figured he
    was a prospect by the way his cut practically sparkled in the patches
    of moonlight shining down. The leather hadn’t been worn at all. A
    brief touch of guilt hit her when he spotted the large bra and stepped
    away from his post, leaving the door wide open behind him. But the
    feeling died with the rush of satisfaction that surged through her as
    she snuck through the gateway into the compound. Sticking to the
    shadows, she assessed the layout of the fortified compound.

    A spotlight shown down upon the four-bay garage lining one
    side, where several men worked on their bikes. Classic rock streamed
    from a boom box somewhere inside. Then the front door open and a
    man whistled, waving all to come into the large, two-story house. At
    that moment, the prospect came back and closed the door behind him,
    clutching the large bra. Abbott rolled her eyes but stayed put as she
    watched all the members go hurrying into the clubhouse, leaving the
    path free and clear. Seriously, she hadn’t thought it was going to be
    that easy, but she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
    Quickly making her way toward the house, she skirted around to the
    back and found the door Chadwick had once mentioned in chat. It
    opened to the laundry and pantry room, and was thankfully, empty.
    Once she met up with Wick she was going to have to tell him the
    Rebels’ security was shit. Tiptoeing her way carefully through the
    interior, mindful to keep her movements light, she searched for Wick.
    Long ago she had learned it was all about taking graceful, fluid steps
    instead of clomping through like a herd of elephants.
    It was a skill she never thought she’d learn. Then again, over
    time she’d learned many skills most women should never have to
    learn. Mostly about how to survive abuse.
    In the few months she and Chadwick had been talking to each
    other, he’d let slip many details about the club’s house. Hurrying
    along, she made her way to his office, hoping he was there. As she
    neared it, footsteps sounded close so she quickly opened one door and
    saw it was a bathroom. She slipped in and closed it right before the
    footsteps came closer. It was an uneven gait, and the foot falls were
    oddly placed. She waited until they disappeared before easing the
    door open and cautiously glancing up and down the hallway to make
    sure she was alone once more. When she didn’t see anyone, she
    hurried out of the bathroom and up to Chadwick’s door.
    “You should’ve let me know you were getting out,” came a
    deep baritone that she immediately recognized as Chadwick. His
    voice still had the power to wash through her, igniting her blood and
    causing butterflies to dance in her belly.
    “I honestly thought if I did you’d send Heart or someone to
    stop me,” came the voice of another man sounding slightly bitter and
    slightly pleading. She wondered why.
    “You think I’m that much of a bastard?” Wick demanded.

    “What else am I supposed to think, Wick? Last time I saw
    you, you were a prospect heading off to the army. And then you came
    back and suddenly you’re the president? Look at it from my point of
    view.”
    “Your father opposed me. You still siding with him?”
    A small pause. Abbott held her breath, waiting for the answer.
    “My father opposed you because of what you promised the
    club.”
    “I only promised what each man wanted,” Wick said. “You
    know perfectly well it was brought to a vote, and they said yes.”
    “But you didn’t oppose it, did you? And now the Rebels are
    allied with the White Death? When did we stop being the free spirits
    this club was founded on? The forgotten heroes after the military
    chewed us up and spat us out?”
    “Don’t preach to me, Darrell. This club was founded with
    members disillusioned with society when they came back from
    Vietnam. It wasn’t a case of