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“Son of a bitch!” Track jumped to his feet, knocking back his chair. “I should skin you from your neck to your toes. You’re a walking STD. Fuck!”
“What the fuck? I’m clean. I always wrap it up.” Saint appeared unfazed by Track’s dramatics. “I didn’t do anything she didn’t want.”
I just sat back and watched how it all played out. This way I didn’t have to ask questions, something I didn’t want to do. I had to give Saint props, though. He wasn’t intimidated by Track at all. Why should he be? The dude was massive and could put my cousin flat on his back with one finger.
Raymond had some hefty competition.
“Prospect, we’re heading home in the morning.” Maddox entered the bar with a club girl on each arm. “Wait here.” He left the two blondes at the door. They had on matching fitted T-shirts and booty shorts, despite the temperature outside being thirteen degrees.
I was glad my cousin Valerie wasn’t around to witness Maddox’s behavior. She was a best-selling romance author and on a book tour overseas for her latest book. Those two had a similar story to Raymond and Birdie.
Big age gap.
Good girl. Bad boy biker.
Right person. Wrong time. You name it, it probably applied to all of them.
“What’s up?” Track asked.
“Someone is targeting Birdie.”
“Targeting her how?” Saint asked, but I didn’t see any actual concern, just curiosity.
“Naked photos of her are circulating Bastion and social media.” Maddox held up his phone for Saint to see.
“Don’t show him that!” Track shoved Maddox’s hand away from Saint.
“That’s not her body. Her face, yes. But that’s not her body,” Saint said matter-of-factly.
Maddox and Track glared at Saint.
“Just trying to help.” Saint grabbed his bottle of Crown. “I’m out.”
“How in the fuck does he know what her body looks like?” Maddox asked.
“How do you think?” Track rolled his eyes.
“Fucking hell.” Maddox shook his head. “How he knows is not our concern.”
“If it’s not her body, then what are the photos?”
“Deepfakes.”
“What’s that?”
“Search it up, old man.” Maddox patted Track’s back.
“Fucker. I’m only ten years older than you.” He’d turned fifty a few months ago and got easily riled up about his age. He hated being fifty.
“Yes, but I’m still younger.” Maddox snorted. “We leave at six, prospect.” He left the room and took the girls with him.
“Christ. It’s always something in Minnesota, isn’t it?”
I nodded at my cousin. It sure seemed that way. But involving Birdie lit a fire in me. We’d catch the bastard who did this to her and make him pay… painfully.
17
Birdie
