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Chapter 1

Harley gasped as she sat upright, the horrible nightmare she’d just escaped fading to the background as she realized it was just a dream. She slammed her hand against the mattress in frustration as she tried to calm her breathing.

All the progress she’d made over the past year had been wiped out in seconds. Most of them she couldn’t remember. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and looked around the room she’d called hers since the Ravens had taken her in.

She chuckled under her breath at the description that severely downplayed how she’d come to be in the company of the Ravens. Pushing herself into a standing position, she stretched before walking over to the small window and pushed the curtain aside.

She hadn’t slept long. The sun was getting ready to set. Meaning she’d be on shift soon. That was the only reason she’d lie down to nap. Raven parties had a way of not ending until the sun rose. She needed to be able to stay alert until things winded down.

Walking back to the nightstand, she picked up her cell phone and confirmed that she had woken up earlier than planned. Turning off the alarm she’d set, she gathered up her outfit for the night and the items she would need to shower before exiting her room and heading toward the communal bathroom at the farthest end of the hall. It was the one least likely to be occupied.

Her bathroom streak of luck was still with her, and she hustled inside and locked the door. While she didn’t need to rush, she wasn’t going to hog the bathroom like some of the other sweet butts did. Being a bitch for no reason didn’t appeal to her.

Not all of them were mean, but most were—especially if they saw you as competition.

After a quick shower, she brushed her teeth before changing into her standard work outfit. A graphic tank top and jeans. She gathered her stuff and opened the door only to find a hand raised, ready to knock.

“Hey, Ginger,” Harley greeted.

“Hi, Harley. You’re up early,” she replied.

“Yeah, I didn’t sleep well, so I thought I’d take advantage of the empty bathroom,” she admitted.

Ginger frowned. “Everything okay?”

“All good,” she confirmed. “Now go on before someone is banging on the door before you are done.”

“Thank you. See you downstairs in a few.”

Harley entered her room and tossed her dirty clothes into the laundry basket before pulling a pair of clean socks out of her drawer. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she kicked off her house shoes and pulled them on before sticking her feet into her combat boots. Once they were laced, she located a brush and ran it through her still-damp hair before pulling it into a ponytail, then twisting it upward, securing it with a clip.

A short time later, she headed downstairs and made her way through the clubhouse, greeting a few of the members and prospects she saw on the way. She stepped behind the bar, and her mind went into work mode.

She began doing an inventory of what she needed to bring from the back. The irony of how comfortable she felt in this environment was not lost on her, even after the complete shit show that had gone down about six months ago.

The Prez of the MC that Blue had grown up in had taken her. Fortunately, it hadn’t taken the Ravens long to get her back, but she’d been banged up pretty well. Blue also hadn’t been the only victim. Santos, one of the Raven members, had been stabbed in the chest, and Harley had received a hard knock to the back of the head, resulting in a mild concussion.

It was traumatic for everyone, but some good had come out of it. Blue had finally bit the bullet and said yes to being the old lady of Stone and Rock, the Prez and V.P. of the Raven. Yes, both of them—a little unconventional. Then again, not much was conventional in their world.

Blue married Rock three months ago, followed by a commitment ceremony to Stone. Harley hadn’t even tried to hide that she’d cried her eyes out over how happy she was for her friend. She’d had a shitty life before the Ravens as well and deserved all the happiness her heart could handle.

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