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– LYNN –

I bring my bike to a stop in front of a diner at the edge of town and hit the kickstand. Damn, I love riding, and I don’t even care my boys make me ride a Harley Davidson Nightster. It’s lightweight, easy to handle, and fucking fine by me.

It still gives me the vibration of the engine underneath me, the force of gravity by facing the wind, while the scenery flashes by. There’s only one thing uncomfortable about riding a bike these days…my damn glasses. I know I need them, and it was the very fact I crashed the last time I rode one.

Stupid body slowly going downhill is a bitch to deal with. Sure, there are ways to cope with glasses for my eyesight getting bad, something for the ache in my joints, and whatever else I need to get through the day.

I swing my leg off my bike, take off my glasses and remove the helmet. Grabbing my backpack from my saddle bag, I take out my red glasses case and put my riding glasses away. Yes, I have a different pair to fit the helmet, and another pair that is a bit cooler. Though, I’ve heard those Gucci glasses give me a bit of a stern look.

Well, according to my old man, who also thinks I look hot when I wear them. It’s why I bought them ’cause when I tried them on in the store he said, and I quote, “I want to fuck you wearing them and nothing else.” It’s basically what goes through my mind every time I put them on.

“ You ride a bike?”

The “you” in her question sounds a bit offensive.

“What?” I snap. “A bit presumptuous to think this old bitch can’t handle a bike, eh?”

Livi’s mouth opens and closes, but her reply stays out when my brother rides toward us and parks right next to my bike. I watch Livi’s face carefully and notice the slight disdain flash over her features. She’s quick in schooling her reaction, but I fucking noticed. There’s no hiding the hatred when her gaze lands on the Areion Fury patch on my brother’s leather cut.

“Are we going inside or somewhere else?” Livi grits in a low voice.

“Why?” I ask, perfectly able to keep the suspicion out of my voice.

Her eyes stay on my brother who is checking his phone and is basically ignoring us.

She jerks her chin in Zack’s direction. “I want nothing to do with that.”

“Why?” I repeat.

She lets her gaze collide with mine. “It’s personal.”

“I’m sure it is,” I muse, getting an eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Clearing my throat, I tell her, “Livi. I’d like you to meet my brother, Zack. He’s the former president of Areion Fury. His twin sons recently took over the gavel.”

“Former president,” Livi muses. “Why are you Broken Deeds while your brother is Areion Fury?”

My lips twitch in amusement. “Long story. Come on, let’s go inside.”

Her hard eyes are locked on Zack. “Just tell me why you wanted to meet me here. I have better things to do.”

“Like putting your cover in place?” I challenge. “Have they mentioned no one will come and save you in certain situations? How they don’t have eyes on you all the time? That your life can end at any damn time?”

She narrows her eyes and gets in my face. “This might be my first time going undercover, but I’ve been in situations you can’t even imagine. I’m not oblivious to the damn risks.”

I snicker and tell her straight up, “I doubt that. If you had my life experience you wouldn’t get in my face, chickie. You’d have a weapon strapped to each part of your body, and for sure as fuck know how to handle your facial expressions. Tell me, why the hatred for Areion Fury? You had the disdain on your face when I mentioned Broken Deeds, so it’s safe to say you dislike motorcycle clubs.”

“Gangs, not clubs,” she snaps. “They are all a bunch of outlaws who hide behind a leather cut and a bike, making it seem like they party all day and night and work on their bikes. All while they deal drugs, run guns, and sell pussy.”

“The fuck you just say?” Zack rumbles.

Anger overtakes Livi’s face. “Let me guess, you’re about to tell me your MC makes a living the legal way, eh?”

Zack stares down his nose at her. “I don’t owe you shit, and clearly you have me all figured out. Though, I didn’t know about you until yesterday and I’ll give you some fucking leeway.”

Deeds finally arrives on his bike and parks next to Zack’s. He was in a meeting with Archer and was running a little late, so I left to make it on time.

“Areion Fury owns a tattoo and piercing studio. My sons took over from their mother as tattoo artists. My sister Lynn here used to work there as well. Lyla is our piercer, I believe she did some work on you. Besides the shop we also own a towing business, and have a bar called the Purple Bean. All legal, have been since I took the gavel from my father and my sons have continued in my legit fucking footsteps,” Zack grits.

“Sounds like y’all are having a splendid time getting to know one another,” my old man dryly states.

“You might have tried to change things,” Livi starts.

“Tried?” Zack snaps.

Livi talks right over him when she continues, “But your father before you killed fucking innocents. He didn’t care who died and only thought about his stupid motorcycle gang, even if babies had to die for it.”

“It’s a motorcycle club, not a fucking gang,” I hear Deeds mutter behind me.

The burning sensation in my central chest lets me know the stress of this shit is causing fucking heartburn. If Bee’s theory is correct? Then I have one of my own when it concerns the lie Lowyn and Betty Livingstone told their daughter and granddaughter when it comes to Areion Fury MC.

That asshole put hatred for the MC life into the veins of someone whose DNA was brotherhood founded.