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t stop I'd seen was at least fifty miles back. It was dark in the New Mexico desert, and it was beginning t
twenty-one years, I'd never heard of a stranger town name
ame on. "Crap." Then the car slowed despite my foot on the gas pedal. "Well, screw you, too," I sneered as I guided the car over t
ng, but the car was dead. I flipped on the flashing emerge
ng my leather jacket on over my tank top. As I lifted the hood, I jumped at the sound of a how
er people." But another round of howls sent shive
he car would have to be towed to a garage. But how the hell I would pay for repairs was beyo
truck but groaned when I couldn't get an internet signa
s" icon on the phone screen, but
s," I remembered. "
g out again,
sleep in the car and start hoofing it in the morning." I slid my hand into the back pocket of my je
at bay, I climbed back into the car and sat
y
ur cargo safely stored away. A successful gun run was as good a cause for celebration as any. Most of my brothers
g down two douchey-looking college guys. Curvaceous and covered in tattoos, she was as gorgeous and imposing as ever. She caught my eye for a sec before I l
Blayze standing by the office door of the garage. He lit a cigarette and coolly took a drag, waving a little "howdy" to Bonnie. She
told him. "Got an e
on the cargo," he said. "Then I nee
the numbers. The Howlers made a modest living off the ga
re," I resp
d out eastward on the highway, the howls of my bro
off to my old farmhouse when I saw a car with fl
ver to be some middle-aged guy, but to my pleasant surprise, out stepped a slender, smoking hot girl. She wore her thick br
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front of me, and its driver hopped off. The motorcyclist was wearing a leather ves
right away what the patch meant. The guy
he took it off, I saw he was young and extremely good-looking. Tan with dark
asked, looking
aid. "I think it'
ar is she?" he asked
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Gnaw Bone, just up the way. I can give
mechanic
Whaddy
his big, calloused hands. The grease under
said, "but I don't know
get your car towed on the house. And the ride's no pr
ng. But then I betrayed myself when the howling off
nd. "Let me at least give you a ride into town
witchblade back into my pocket before
Har
bike. He swung a leg over to straddle it and ge
ith a sly smile. "I
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