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and shrugged. “Sorry, baby. Looks like I won’t be able to let you go after all.”
    My hand stopped moving immediately and I tried to pull my arm back to my side without drawing his attention. It worked and once the second guy rolled up, he turned again.
    I immediately went back to searching for that damn handle.
    The bike rumbled as it pulled to a stop and his booted foot came down on the stand. The bike leaned to the side when he killed the engine and stood up to step off. My eyes looked up from his boots to the typical jeans and black t-shirt worn by these assholes. Over the shirt was a cut that bore the colors of not only his club, but others. It was apparent the son of bitch who was walking towards me had connections.
    Black sunglasses covered his eyes. Jet-black hair adorned his head. It hung down to his collar and was wavy. It didn’t look like he’d bothered to drag a comb through it after rolling out of bed. His shoulders were broad and his abdomen cut in at his jeans. He was a big motherfucker and I was suddenly concerned that a tire iron wouldn’t cut it.
    The rumble of his voice was almost as deep as the bike he rode when he said, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Scooter?”
    I couldn’t help it when I blurt out, “Scooter?” The stupid as hell road name burst from my lips on a laugh and Jackass #1, now known as ‘Scooter’ turned to look at me with a nasty scowl on his face. His hand moved to his hip and I saw the glint of the steel when he pulled the knife.
    “Yeah, bitch. What do have to say about it?”
    I flinched back at the anger in this tone.
    “Scoot. I’m not fucking playing with you man. You need to put your shit away. Your knife and your fucking dick. Got me?”
    Scooter put the knife back in its sheath at his side and spit on the ground at my feet. A sick grin pulled over his lips when he said, “JD. Let me introduce you to Angel, here. She tells me she’s a single mom with two kids home alone while she’s out whoring her shit out.”
    Jackass #2 smiled, dimples appearing on his shadowed cheeks. His skin looked rough, as if he hadn’t seen a razor in a week. I watched his throat move as he swallowed before speaking again.
    “Yeah, well, I don’t remember hearing that the Joker was a grandfather. It’s good to see you … Holly … I’m surprised you don’t remember me.”

Chapter Three
    ~ JD ~

    Holy fuck this girl had a rack on her. As soon as I walked up, the only thing my eyes could focus on were the set of tits sitting proud and naked under the hot Arizona sun. She stared me down as I approached. When I stopped, I was barely able to pull my attention away from them to see the color of her eyes. Fucking silver-grey, almost colorless in how light they were. Dark hair tumbled down from her head and over her shoulders and her body curved in all the right places.
    “Well, Holly. Do you?”
    She squinted in my direction as if she was trying to recognize me. I knew she wouldn’t, that she was ten years younger than me and wouldn’t remember pestering the 12 year old son of her dad’s former business partner.
    I was so focused on her face that I barely understood the words Scooter was speaking when he turned around to talk.
    “What the fuck you doing on my bike, JD? I’ll take the bitch back. She was wanting to fuck me anyway.” He turned back to her. “Right, baby?”
    “Nah, man. You’ll be riding your shit back home. Why else would you have to pull over to wait for someone to meet you, dipshit?” He looked back at me again. I was staring the motherfucker down and neither of us thought to keep an eye on Joker’s daughter. Turned out that was a bad idea on Scooter’s part.
    The tire iron connected with the side of his head and I swear I saw his jaw shift to the left from the force of the blow. He dropped within seconds. Holly took off on foot, running as fast as she fucking could in the opposite direction with what looked like a shirt in one hand and the