“So, Diamondback MC is putting this one up. You’ll see retailers, live bands, drinks galore, and a heck of a good time. For the most part, everyone is there to drink, smoke some weed, and find a hookup. Which, by the way, if you do, text me. Not that I’d judge you, but if you end up missing, or vice versa, we have some kind of way to trace it. And by the way, I plan on finding myself a little something-something. So, I’ll do the exact same thing. Also, if we decide to drink a little bit more than normal, we can leave my car and call an Uber or Lyft.” Aly has it all figured out, and I’m thankful. The responsibility is completely taken off my shoulders, something that is beyond much-needed.

“Okay, so, for the most part, it’s just good old-fashioned fun while still being smart. I can deal with that.” I breathe out a sigh of relief.

“I know you haven’t been back in town long, and maybe things have changed in the last ten or so years, but these guys are good people. I can’t account for the other clubs that are coming out, but Diamondback has no problem kicking ass and taking names. Let loose, have some fun, and get your groove on.” Aly finishes her pep talk as we pull into the area where the rally is being held. A guy is directing traffic into a field where other cars are parked. My eyes are wide open. There’s a plethora of people walking across the street to another field, and bikes as far as the eye can see.

“Holy shit, this is huge, Aly.” I turn in my seat, eyes probably as wide as saucers.

“Pretty badass, huh?” She smiles, puts the car in park, and unlatches her seatbelt. I follow her lead, all the while thinking I’ve bit off more than I can chew.

3

BULLET

“Bingo.” I clock her just as she walks inside the gate to where the rally is being held, a beer in my hand and standing away from the brothers. I’m pretty sure if they were all with me when I introduced myself to Valentina, she’d run for the hills. Is this a shitty thing to do to an innocent woman? Fuck, yes. Do I care? Marginally. Shit, probably more than marginally, if I’m being honest with myself.

I nod towards Shovel and Razor, letting them know I’ll be tailing Valentina, and fuck is it a great Goddamn view. An hourglass figure, ass for days, slim waist, slender shoulders, and from the small glimpse I got of the front, Valentina has it going on. I watch as the girl named Aly walks beside her. Their first stop is the beer tent, where both girls grab a drink of their choice. I’m not paying much attention to the girl in the leather skirt. My eyes are solely focused on Valentina. She’s dressed in a shirt that looks well worn, is tight-fitting, and has cuts here and there, a slight sliver of skin showing off her lower back. Probably a vintage band tee with the tour dates depicting it on the back,. It’s the dimples on her lower back that have me rocking back on my heels and second-guessing the need to go after her, even if she’s the key to finding out why Captain Douchebag is trying to put me in his crosshairs. Add in the tight jeans shaping her peach-shaped ass, and I know Valentina will be hard to resist and keep my head on straight.

The two girls walk from tent to tent, looking at what the local vendors have on display, after about the third time of doing much the same. I’m ready to go find myself a drink and relax instead of following around while they shop for the majority of the time.

“Aly, lookin’ good, darlin’.” A guy walks up between the two girls, one arm on Aly’s and another on Valentina’s. Her shoulders scrunch up before she steps away from him in a way that the guy doesn’t realize she’s uncomfortable as she does it.

“Merle, funny seeing you here,” Aly replies. Valentina moseys on to another rack, leaving the others on their own. I watch as she rummages through the T-shirts, staying sharp as a tack regarding her surroundings. The only reason Valentina hasn’t clocked me is because I’m staying in the shadows.

Aly is sliding up next to Merle in a way that I know will leave Valentina by herself, another play that is going to make this even easier. It’s almost like stealing candy from a baby. I shake my head, annoyed at the same time that Valentina is leaving herself this vulnerable in a place where she doesn’t know dick. Every damn person knows it’s better to stay with a group, and this Aly chick is looking like she gives zero fucks about anyone but herself.

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