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this was any normal day. This shit doesn’t mean anything other than you’ll have other people in your corner. From the little I’ve been told not even their families know their status, so you won’t be jumping out of any closets any time soon. Keep your shit tight, and watch your six Hunter.” Damon wasn’t wrong in his assumption that they’d make contact soon, nor was I with my guess who the agents’ identities were.
     
    Priest, Pipe, Reaper, and Jones are all, or was in Jones’ case, deep undercover operatives. They were all recruited as seniors in high school due to their dads’ involvement with Devil’s Spawn MC, all their dads’ being position holding members of the MC at the time. The FBI saw it as a challenge to get four potential MC prospects on the payroll before they delved into a world that they’d never come out of without criminal records, or possibly dead. They ended up being useful assets over the two decades that followed, so the FBI left them where they were.
     
    It’s hard to guess which side of the line their loyalty lays on these days. After being firmly entrenched in the lifestyle, fabricating lies to cover their positions, and creating families that live the life now too, they’d be hard pressed to choose a side if it came down to it. If anything, Jones and his wife dying in a car accident only strengthened the three remaining agents’ dedication to the MC. Watching the way the brothers and their families rallied around a grieving Priss and Tilly, I knew what my choice would be if it was ever forced. I’d choose her… Every time. 
     
    Bringing me back to the now Charlee says,
    “So what’s it going to be Hunter? Do you agree to give up on this ridiculous idea of a divorce, or do I need to book a ticket to Boulder?”
     
    It is make or break time, and I’m not breaking today.
    “Bring it bitch. Do you need me to book the ticket for you, or do you think you can manage?” I call her bluff. Why? Because I’m fucking stupid, that’s why. The truth is this day’s been coming for years now. I knew my hand would end up being forced somehow, I just didn’t think it would be Charlee doing it. Obviously I hadn’t given her enough credit for the bitch she truly is.
     
    Something else I knew was Charlee would bide her time before showing up in Blackwater. She’d want to do it when I was least expecting it, and she did. Her timing couldn’t have been worse if I handpicked it myself. I just had to hope that when my house of cards came crumbling down that I got everyone clear before its total collapse.

CHAPTER THREE
    Priscilla
     
    Priscilla’s Rules to live by 101
    “Remember that some women marry death-row
    Pen pals, so your life choices might not be that bad after all.”
     
    Ever since I was a little girl I wanted to get out of Blackwater, Colorado. There was no rhyme or reason to it, I just wanted more than my home town had to offer me. I wanted to experience things. Travel. Be free from small town mentality, everyone knowing your business sometimes before you did. Circumstances change though, and now I find myself staring down the barrel of being a twenty-five-year-old woman permanently bound to a small town in Colorado, working a shit job with very few prospects, and attempting to raise my seventeen-year-old sister into adulthood without major incident or injury.
     
    I’m not bitter about it. Shit happens, and I won’t have anyone else raising my sister or providing for her if I’m still alive, and able bodied enough to do it. This goes past family obligation, it’s firmly planted in the ‘morally imperative’ category. There’s no way I could live with myself if I didn’t give it my best shot, so that’s what I’ve tried to do.
     
    Worse than that is the constant second guessing I do when it comes to this surrogate parenting shit. There have been plenty of times after Tilly’s gone to bed that I’ve sat up on the couch in our living room questioning whether