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young bikers looked like this or if he was just special. “We need to be movin’. The pick-up crew should be here in a few minutes, and we don’t wanna be around to see them.”
    “You want me to ride that?” she asked, looking around. Maybe he would produce a car out of thin air.
    He grinned, cocking an eyebrow. “I do own a truck, maybe I shoulda drove that? This is easier to maneuver though.”
    “You think we’re gonna have to maneuver?”
    “When dealin’ with us, you never know.” She appreciated that he was honest, but it didn’t make her feel any better about this situation.
    At that moment they heard the roar of motorcycles, lots of them. “That’s not our contact here in Owensboro, we need to get outta here.”
    “How do you know?” she asked. To her it was amazing that someone could differentiate motorcycles based on sound alone.
    “Those are European bikes. You can tell by the volume of the rumble. It’s probably the Vojnik.”
    “The who?” she asked, hopping on behind him and grabbing him securely around the waist.
    “Bosnian for soldier. They are the local Bosnian biker gang, we ain’t exactly friendly. They’re probably trying to steal the shipment,” he flashed her what could only described as a bad boy smile. “We stole one of theirs last week.”
    He peeled out, gravel spitting behind them as he took to the main road. Denise had been on a motorcycle maybe two times in her life, but it had never been like this.
    “Hold on tight,” he yelled behind him.
    She gripped her fingers into the leather he wore around his waist and held on for dear life. Behind her, she could hear the bikes gaining on them. Apparently though, Liam was familiar with this section of road. He turned onto a path that she hadn’t even seen and proceeded to drive them across a field. Few of the other bikers made the hairpin turn and by the time they did, she and Liam were far ahead. Shots were fired. She screamed as they buzzed her head.
    A few miles down the road, they came to a complete stop and he shut the bike off. “You okay?”
    Adrenaline and fear bubbled up in her throat, building on everything she had been through, before she took a swing at him, connecting with his chin. “Are you fucking crazy? You got me shot at!”
    He blocked her next punches and held her arms at her sides. “If I let you go, are you gonna take another swing at me?” Damn, but she had a wicked hook. He had to shake his head momentarily because she had knocked him loopy.
    She sagged in his arms, the rush leaving her. To her horror she started shaking, and her teeth chattered. “I won’t swing at you again. You have my word.”
    Letting her go, he pulled her into his arms, rubbing the shakes out of her body. “Just let it flow through you. It’s the adrenaline.”
    “Why do people want to do this?” she asked, her voice wobbly, showing her true feelings about her new endeavor. She wasn’t cut out for this, that much was apparent.
    “It’s all some people know. Some of us were born into this, whether we wanted to be or not.” His voice was low and raw with emotion.
    That made her sad. It was obvious that Liam had never had another option. She wanted to give her children a different option. To not live hand to mouth and to not live worrying about how they would pay their electric bill. Seeing the empty feeling in his eyes convinced her that she was doing this for all the right reasons.

    Hours later, Denise sat at the dinner table with her children. For the first time in months, she’d had money to go out and get steak. Her son, Andrew, grilled them while her daughter, Amanda, baked potatoes. Denise put the fear of her earlier brush with death behind her and made a salad. Talk at the table had been animated, much like any conversation with thirteen-year-old twins would be. She realized watching them make dinner how much older they acted now. It was obvious they’d had to take care of themselves much more than she would