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Instead, he flung her. She nearly tripped as she spun.

Her back slammed into the hard brick exterior of the bar, followed by her head. A flash of stars burst in her vision as the pain throttled through her. A meek squeak slipped past her lips as she sought to regain her balance.

Just as she got her feet beneath her, the weight of Pete’s body pressed against hers. His fingers circled her wrists, trapping her hands on either side of her head. His mouth crushed against hers. The taste of stale cigarettes and beer filled her mouth.

She could vomit. Maybe that would be her best defense. Unfortunately, she couldn’t do that at will.

He wedged his knee between her thighs, pinning her to the wall and silencing her with an unwanted kiss. Her head throbbed, and her pulse raced while he swallowed her screams.

Shaking as the adrenaline coursed through her, she struggled against his hold on her. Wriggling her hips, she attempted to squirm free of him.

Like iron, his grip remained firm. She couldn’t escape. All her self-defense tactics required space between them. He made sure there was none. Pete took away her arms and her legs. She had no means to fight him.

Her heart sank.

She was at his mercy, and if she knew bikers as well as she thought she did, he had none. Kelsey was fucked in the worst way possible. That was, until he pulled back from his mauling.

With hooded eyes, filled with lust, Pete sneered at her. “I can’t wait to find out what you can do with that mouth.”

Her stomach rolled at the thought. However, she didn’t have time to linger in her disgust. Bracing herself, she flung her head forward and butted him as hard as she could.

3

Kevlar

Pulling into the parking lot of the Knucklehead brought back a slew of memories of a misspent youth. Kevlar lost his virginity in the bathroom. He earned the ace of spades he’d worn on his old cut in the parking lot from his first kill for the club—one of many. He’d been sixteen.

Good times.

The past was gone, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make fresh memories in this old place. From what he knew, Jerry still owned it. Once a friend to his father, Snoopy, Kevlar couldn’t imagine being turned away. Snoopy hadn’t fucked Jerry over. Not on purpose, at least. Though who knew what happened after Kevlar skipped town. He shouldn’t assume things were as rosy as when he left.

As he eased his 2020 Zephyr Blue Harley-Davidson Fat Boy into the line of bikes along the wall of the bar, he wondered if he knew any of these riders. When the Roughneck Riders’ clubhouse burned down, they lost a few in the blaze, but some survived.

Had they stuck around Oklahoma? A few had kids. So, the idea that a few of his former brothers remained wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. Not everyone could just pick up and take off like Kevlar and Kid had. He’d find out.

Once brothers, always brothers. Or so he’d thought. One of his supposed brothers tried to get his sister killed. Diesel got what he earned, but the rest of them had been on board with what Diesel did. Maybe he shouldn’t go looking for them, because if he found them, their reunion sure as hell wouldn’t be pleasant.

Cutting the engine, he glanced toward his younger brother, who was doing the same.

“We probably should’ve told Harper and Remi we were coming to town,” Kevlar said.

Through the years, they kept in contact with their sisters here and there. Nothing too consistent. There wasn’t much they could talk about over the phone. So, what was the point? Proof of life seemed to suffice.

Kid shifted his focus to the door. “Remi’s probably inside.”

Kevlar nodded. “True.” He swung his leg over the bike to dismount. “Ready for the reunion, then?”

A bloodcurdling shriek ripped through the night.

Instinctively, both Kevlar and Kid turned toward the sound.

Rounding the corner of the building, clutching her bra-covered breasts, a woman stumbled. Wide, crystal-blue eyes locked on Kevlar.

“Help!” Her voice cracked as she barreled in his direction.

The moment she collided with him, his arms flew out from the force. As though they had a mind of their own, they went around the woman, hugging her against his chest.

“What the fuck?” he muttered.