Too Late For Regret: The Biker Queen

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ng medic, the only man in this county who had stitched up half the Iron Cross with

utting him off before my voice

cket over my work clothes to hide my trembling

President's Old Lady didn't show her face in the yard, Bennet woul

metal exit door

ed beer. Fifty patched members, prospects, and local hang-arounds crowded around burning oil dru

o me as I walked past. I gave

one arm slung heavily around Camisha. She was wearing a tight red leather ve

an empty beer keg, creating a ringi

!" Bennet bellowed,

ifted between Bennet, Camisha, and me st

looking directly at me with blatant malice. "So at the next Church meeting, I'm making it offic

rd silence fel

s an insult to every veteran member, but more than t

dripping with triumphant venom. A couple of the younger club girls n

my hands resting loosely i

carrying easily across the silent yard. "I hope she can bala

ted from two older m

n. He had expected me to scream, to cry, or to charge at her. My t

bhouse hallway, and pushed through the door of the s

gainst the door, and slid down

dull ache anymore. It was a sh

gers, I unbutton

cotton was soaked through wit

my throat. My vision

let out a single sob. I stripped off the ruined fabric, rinsed mysel

icked fingers, frantically typing a

tap sounded on

"Are you throwing up in there? Do you need Bennet to co

cked, pressing a hand against my

gh the crack. "I'll make sure your old r

clicked away do

my burning face. As I reached down to grab my jacket from the

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