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So, we’d assimilated.

We’d deep dived into the motorcycle club life.

And, surprisingly, the rest of us had all liked it.

I’d never in my life thought that I would call myself an MC member.

Yet, there I was doing it.

Overall, I liked my newfound family.

They left me alone, I left them alone.

They came to me when they needed stitched up.

I came to them when I needed a break from my life.

It was a definite give and take.

But Black had been the best friend that I never knew I wanted.

He understood my anger and let me deal with it, while also hanging around and being a shoulder to lean on even when I didn’t want it.

“They going to be able to spare you for however long it takes?” Black asked.

I sighed. “Hopefully. They said they’d call someone down from another county if needed, but let’s face it. Nothing much happens in Jesper County. The last medical examination I had to do was a month ago.”

“Famous last words.” Black laughed. “Good thing you have the governor’s money to live off of.”

That was another fun little perk.

When Apollo had created my new life, he’d funneled every single cent that Man Wise had accrued over his lifetime and given it to me. With Man having no living heirs, and a new wife that we all knew didn’t fuckin’ need it, Apollo had decided that I should get the money for my pain and suffering.

Seeing as I hated that man and didn’t care if I lived off the money he made, I’d taken him up on the offer.

But I’d also made sure to donate a lot of it, too.

“Heading out, I guess,” I grumbled. “It’s going to take me two hours to get there.”

“Got it.”

Black hung up without saying goodbye, but I didn’t fault him for it.

I did the same to him when I was done with conversations.

Another reason we got along so well.

We were both assholes.

Heading out the door, I was zero surprised when I saw Bernice waving at me.

I jerked my chin toward her in a hello, but didn’t wave back.

Bernice was Creed’s sister. Creed was another member of the Dixie Wardens, as well as one of the men that’d escaped prison with me. He was a good guy, as was his sister.

But Bernice was too damn nice.

Way too damn nice.