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long list of one-night stands?
    When we got a block from my house, I motioned for him to pull over. I held on for a second longer, savoring his hard ridges and tobacco and leather scent. Finally, I let go and got off the bike.
    “Thanks for a good ride, Sunshine,” he grinned and put his foot up on the bike, ready to take off. Before he could pull away, I jumped back toward him.
    “Where can I find you again?”
    He smirked. “I’ll always be in your dreams, baby.”

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    I leaned under the hood of a Toyota Corolla, and tightened the alternator. The customer was picking the car up in two hours, and I was behind on getting the damn thing done. Kade, my best friend and member of the Righteous Outlaws, walked over.
    “We have business to take care of,” he said, and let out an exaggerated breath.
    “Surprise, surprise. What the fuck is it now?” I asked. It was always something with the club. And, though it was my life and I would drop everything for it, I hated leaving things unfinished. I tightened the belt tensioner, and wiped the grease onto a dirty shop rag.
    Kade cracked his knuckles one by one with his thumbs. “Found out there’s someone dealing in our territory. I set up a deal to teach him a lesson. Since I have no fucking clue who this guy is, I just need a little back up in case.”
    “Do you think it’s the Montamos?”
    “Not sure, but I doubt it. They’d be pretty fucking stupid to step into our land.”
    “Doesn’t mean they aren’t,” I said, knowing damn well that it wouldn’t be the first time. The club had been battling the Montamos for territory as far back to the original days as I could remember. Back when my Dad and his friends started the charter.
    Montamos was the reason for the formation of the Righteous Outlaws. They came into our town and destroyed it. Made people scared to walk the streets, and even shop locally. Nick made a deal with the sheriff: he turned his cheek to the club’s business ventures, and the club would protect the town from the likes of the Montamos, or any other club who tried to weasel there way on our turf.
    It was an unwritten contract, sealed with a handshake twenty-five years ago, and neither side had breached it yet. Montamos, though, sure had kept us busy, doing everything in their power to try and get their grubby hands back into Black Hills. The only way we would let that happen was over our dead bodies.
    Kade nodded, knowing the same shit as me. “Anything is possible, which is why I need the back up.
    “Let me get Miles to finish up here. I’ll meet you out front.”
    “Thanks, brother,” he said, before heading out the open garage door to the parking lot. He didn’t need to thank me. I would do anything for my club, and for my brothers, especially Kade. I’d known him since high school. His old man skipped out on him freshman year, and he spent most days at my house. My dad treated Kade like he was his own. We didn’t need blood to prove we were family. Though, Kade shed blood for me. Took a bullet to the leg that was meant for my head, and would’ve ended my life. If a situation ever arose where the tables were turned, I would do the same for him. It’s what we did. How we lived our lives. We protected family and what was ours. Always.
    Miles came in, running a comb through his dark hair, before shoving the comb into his back pocket. He was the sergeant at arms of the Righteous Outlaws and also the best mechanic we had at Daly’s Dealers.
    “Trying to look pretty for the cars?” I asked, smacking him on his chest.
    Nope, for you,” he said with a wink, then puckered his lips and came at me. I got him in a headlock and messed up his hair.
    Miles might’ve been a few years older than me, but mentally he never really got past sixteen. He was a smartass with a sick sense of humor that we all just laughed off. Those that didn’t know him were usually offended by his antics. I’ve lost count of how many times I had to bail his ass out