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signia on the back of his leather vest. It said “Bone Hills Howl

our vest,

lied as he revved the engin

I joked as I sli

s firm torso with my hands, breathing in a mixture

other side. Each twist and turn of the road was exhilarating, and I found myself leanin

building I saw was an old mechanic shop on the south side of the ro

age, I took the helmet off w

e here?” I asked as

s late,” Cyrus replied. He walked around his bi

oom,” he said. “I’d offer to brin

ung open. “What’s this?” I caught sight of his “President” patch right away. He was a broad-shouldered guy, maybe a l

e,” Cyrus told him. “I gotta t

guy poked fun at Cyrus. That irked me. I was no damsel, but I kept quiet. “You wanna…” he motio

on’t have to take crap from misogynistic a**hats,” was what

rself,” B

Cyrus smiled as I tur

e inhabitants were also wearing biker vests—er, cuts—but the insignia was different from the guys

le. I sat down at the bar and caught the bartender’s eye. Red-haired guy. Buff and tatted u

do ya for?

e rocks?” I

smiled warmly an

his drink, baby.” It was one of the non-biker guys wh

replied, shru

They were both wast

as referring to some southern California music

his arm off my shoulders with

er breath offending my nostrils. “You up to

ront of me, staring the guy down. “You’ve already gotten your one and o

slurred. “My dad could shut this

ne said. “How much? I’m buying her drink.”

t and pulled out my knife. “Touch me

ace, the guy stumbled backward as his

the hell outta my bar.” A tall, voluptuous woman

n top of her head. Every inch of visible ski

utside.” For a second, I thought she was including me with the

y near the door, and the two of th

the woman. “I wasn’t tr

d into a smirk. “Those jackasses already tested me

blade was still out. I flicked

reached behind the bar and poured herself a tequila sh

and downe

ie Black,

esponded. “Th

. But yeah, I

Red asked as

the garage. Cyrus was pulling up across the str

ned toward the window. “I should p

door. “And don’t take any crap from Blayze Ro

when I heard someone whistle behind me. Turning, I saw the

said. I backed up…right into the solid frame of his buddy. I reached for my blade,

as the only thought r

ne in front of me said. “We’ll make a night of i

utting the one behind me. He fell

d up. His buddy knocked me down again as he climbed on t

e fun right here.” He straddled me and held my wrists with one hand while using

t he might break them. Blood poured from his broken nose and on

ut that wasn’t the most shocking sight. Because then Cyrus pulled off his cut, and a mass of muscle an