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Lane if you’re interested. Hope to see you there.”
     
    Diesel waved and went to stand up as she contemplated what he meant by club. Then she saw the flash of a patch on his shoulder with a skull and crossbones, the skull sporting small devil horns and an eye patch. Red lettering read Devil’s Pirates MC.
     
    “A motorcycle club, huh? Let me guess, you’re their leader?” she inquired, daring to touch his shoulder before he walked out the door.
     
    “Excellent guess.” He shot her another wink before he disappeared with the rest of them, leaving Cynthia standing at the door with a pounding heart as she listened to the sound of motorcycle engines revving as they took off.
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    Cynthia wasn’t sure what she was doing as the cab pulled up to the address Diesel had given her. She couldn’t even bring herself to get out of it, and she knew the cabbie was getting annoyed with her. She could see pictures of a woman and three children on his dash. He must have been a father and wishing he was home with his family instead of driving some crazy girl around.
     
    She could hear the music blaring and saw motorcycles parked up and down the back and in front of the garage which was hanging open. There were people everywhere; in the garage, on the lawn, and in the house which was lit up like it was Christmas in July. But she didn’t see Diesel, though she recognized the redheaded man holding the hair of the girl who had made Diesel mad as she puked her guts out. It reminded her of some wild college party instead of a bunch of grown bikers. It was an intriguing concept to live life partying like a teenager well into your old age.
     
    “Okay, I think I should go home now. Sorry for wasting your time.” She sighed out her words and sat back in her seat as the cabbie whispered something under his breath. It was probably something bad about her. Still, it just meant a bigger fare for him so he shouldn't be too pissed.
     
    As they drove off she glanced back at the house and couldn’t help but feel a small inkling of disappointment well up inside her. She knew that it was best for her to go home and forget about The Blue Pig and the familiar looking bad boy she just met. She had made herself a promise not to get involved with someone like that again. But she couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if she had attended the party.
     
    Would he have introduced her to everyone and continue to flirt with her? Would he have shared all his secrets? Would he have asked her out on a date or taken her home with him?
     
    She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts running through it. It was pointless to sit there and think about what-ifs. They were things that would never come to be and were best left alone. She needed to stop making the same mistakes in her life.
     
    But as the cabbie pulled up to her apartment complex, she couldn't help but feel disappointed well up at the sight of it. There were no lights, no friends, no parties; just a small box with some necessary furniture and soon to be filled bath.
     
    “Thanks,” Cynthia told the driver, handing him a wad of cash. She was starting to run out of money, and it was almost painful to let it go. She was going to have to find a job pretty soon. The only reason she had any money left at all was because Winslow had paid her rent for the next two months like it was going to impress her and make her come back. It annoyed her to know that if he hadn't, she'd probably be getting kicked out right about now as her money ran out.  She refused to feel like she owed him, though. That was exactly what he wanted. As soon as she got a job she'd mail him a check.
     
    A bouquet of pink roses sat on her welcome mat, and she rolled her eyes at them as she unlocked her door. Reluctantly she grabbed them on the way in, slamming the door with all her strength. The shifting foundation made it almost impossible to get the door shut and locked.
     
    Exhausted from a