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Maucho is not a hard man to find in the morning. He’s escorting one of the girls that love being around bikers out the back door. He swats her on the ass and she hisses at him with a fake growl.

“I’ll see you later,” he croons.

Amanda’s eyes light up. She’s always had it bad for Maucho. Something about him that makes her keep coming back. But then again, she has something special with all of the men in my club. Just not me.

“Hey, prez,” he grumbles sleepily.

“Up all night?” I question and light the blunt in my hand.

“You know Amanda’s one of my favorites. Anyways, I’m glad you found me. I have that info.”

In the distant background of our clubhouse, birds are chirping and all of that bull shit morning shit that happens. It’s too early for me to be awake, but I’m eager to get some info on Maci.

“What did you find?” I take a walk farther from the clubhouse. I’m not wanting all my men to know I’m hung up on a girl I met last night. I also don’t want them knowing anything about her until I figure out why I want her.

“Nothing. Not a thing. Prez, she’s a ghost.”

“What the fuck?”

“That’s what I was thinkin’, too. Nothing came up with the info you had on her. The only thing I can think of, is she’s runnin’ from somethin’.”

I take a long puff off of my blunt. My phone vibrates in my pocket.

CAPONE: your girl is at the diner with another girl

ME: what does the girl look like?

CAPONE: could be her younger sister. Idk

ME: cover their bill. Thanks

CAPONE: you got it bad

He doesn’t know how bad I have it.

“Who’s on watch of the diner and the club tonight?” I ask Maucho.

“Who do you want it to be?” He rubs his hand down his face and rolls his neck to stretch it out.

“Me.”

“You got it, then.”

“Show me everything you searched on Maci.”

*

At ten o’clock, I’m hopping on my bike and I’m ready to go to the club. Even after Dingo’s been paid off, I’m still enforcing the guard.

What is she hiding?

Like Maucho said, the girl’s a ghost. Not one thing pulled up under any of her information besides her name and a birthday. She has no debt, no bills… Everything is clear as a whistle. What the fuck is up with that?

I’m bringing in a lot of money and I even have a credit card.