dal
ents' clubhouse. He pulled up to a
y card into my hand, and said, "Stay here tonig
e long, unreadable look before turning on his heel. The roar of his Harley faded
me. A well-dressed man who introduced himself a
othes, shoes, toiletries, and a brand-new phone. "Mr. W
ger in the mirror. My hands trembled as I di
ed without preamble. "Talk to his mother. You n
ublicly acknowledge the breakup, Jayson could still harass me,
ting downstairs," Brax
t the curb. Logan was straddling
e phone in my pocket - the one with the photos. The engine roar
per Maria opened the door and gave me a look that mixed shock with pi
he living room, her heels pou
e, her finger nearly jabbing my nose. "You've made the Trujillo n
"the one who made you a laughingstock is your son
he next. "And this one. Want me to send them all to the local repo
umbled back, collapsing onto the sofa, gripping the armrest to ke
tave. "You issue a public statement - on behalf of the Trujillo family and the Iron Lizards. Jayson Trujillo and Kenda
venom burning in her ey
and the club's reputation, the family
h, her knuckles white. "I'll do it. But yo
photos disappear." I straighte
. Twenty minutes later, a notification pinged on my new phone
and typed a caption: "Goodbye, Jayson. Give Brandi my b
curt nod. "Thank you for you
ed the room, heavy and furious, like
and walked out, the wind rushing in
me a tablet. A video call from
en, blurred chrome and e
ork," h
eyes locking onto mi
about my payment
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