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grateful to his brother-in-law, even if he’d initially thought he was a chump.
    The last year had been hard, not only for him but his sister as well.
    Although he and Trista had grown up calling the same parents “Mom and Dad,” only he and their parents knew he was a Lennon by name only. Trey’s biological father was Desmond “Dizzy” Cox even though old man Lennon raised him as his own. Now that his little sister knew the truth, he could only hope it wouldn’t change their relationship.
    Their parents, brother and his fiancé were murdered the past January in a mysterious car accident. There weren’t signs of foul play but Trista remained mum about the whole situation. Trey had his doubts and assumed they could be in the Witness Protection Program—also known as Witsec—but neither his sister nor Linx would say anything to the positive or the negative.
    It made sense overall.
    His parents worked as accountants for Dizzy and if they were going to blow the lid on his entire operation to the Feds, he knew his father was cold-hearted enough to order their deaths. They would have rather faked their own demise and started over as opposed to the alternative.
    The pavement glided beneath his Harley and it took everything in his power to keep from driving faster. It hadn’t snowed in the last few days but the icy wind and bite in the air hinted of a snowstorm on the horizon. Soon, he’d have to start driving his truck until the roughest part of the winter season ended. Always one to be a little on the flashy side, he owned a pimped out Cadillac Escalade as opposed to a Ford or Chevy.
    Yes, it was considered over the top for a biker but he didn’t give a fuck. Sometimes it felt good to go against the grain.
    A strange feeling crept over him as he pulled into the silent house much too big for one person. No doubt the Feds would have frozen the property had it not been willed to Trista. She had no criminal record and had still been in their parents’ good graces when they met their untimely death. Trey, on the other hand, was not and had served time in a Nevada state penitentiary. It hadn’t been one of his proudest moments but most—if not all—the brothers eventually ended up with a record, whether it was for something petty or major.
    His wasn’t a petty crime but it hadn’t been particularly heavy. He’d done his time, kept his head down, and nose clean. Despite being a person of interest for attempted murder in the Brooklyn Decker case, he’d still come back to the States without issue.
    Dizzy had Gisela working on the case. Chances were the charges would be dropped when Brooklyn recanted his story and told the detectives he didn’t know who shot him. They’d already discussed the case with Nel Decker and he thought it was a good enough trade since Trey had already lost the love of his life. He shouldn’t have to spend time in prison too.
    Trey walked directly to the master bedroom, shed his leathers, and strode into the attached bathroom. After a quick shower, he cleared the mirror and stared at the face looking back at him.
    No one would ever accuse him of not being good looking with his lightly tanned skin, distinctly Irish features inherited from his father, and bright hazel-green eyes, courtesy of his mother. His sable brown hair could use a cut; it was too long in the back for his taste since he preferred his hair tapered.
    Like all his brothers, he was a tall drink of water, a few inches over six feet, and possessed a natural athletic build with defined pecs and abs, strong arms and legs. He often drank like a fish, smoked too much bud, and snorted more than the odd line of coke after Keri’s death. Since he’d come home, all his drug use had stopped but he still went through about a pack of smokes per day. In spite of his bad habits, he weight-lifted daily and ran at least five miles on the treadmill. It was enough for him not to feel completely guilty about the kind of lifestyle he