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I waited for him to laugh. When he didn’t, I was sure he was serious about capturing Karma.
“No. I don’t want to go to that extreme unless absolutely necessary.”
“That’s probably wise. Hey, Madeline’s brother just arrived, so I gotta go.”
“No problem. Thanks for letting me know about Karma’s tire.”
“Yep. Later, cuz.”
I ended the call and stalked toward my custom Harley.
What am I going to do with you, Karma?
I recalled how she’d taken her rage out on my hog and left in a mangled mess. It had cost thousands of dollars and dozens of hours to repair.
I’d been too goddamn stubborn to let that woman win when she tried to destroy my ride. I would’ve spent every penny I had to bring my girl back to life.
My “True Blue” beauty was pristine again.
Most men named their hogs. Mine was True Blue because we were both extremely loyal, and electric blue was a fuckin’ hot color. Of course, Karma would disagree about the loyalty part after what went down between us.
But she was wrong.
I ran my fingers over the rear fender, then straddled the seat. Putting my sunglasses on, my chest tightened.
No more waiting.
The time for the truth to come out was now, whether Karma liked it or not. Only, I wasn’t sure how to get through to her. She was a fast talker and a master at tuning me out.
Maybe I could pick my dad’s brain. He’d dealt with Lady M for thirty-five years. He was bound to have some ideas on dealing with a stubborn broad.
I entered the hangar where my dad liked to tinker on an old warbird aircraft he’d bought in the nineties. After retiring from the club, he spent his free time with the planes he loved.
Ben Knight was a well-rounded man. He served in the army and got a degree in aircraft mechanics. For as long as I could remember, he was always working on something, whether his Harley or plane. He had shared his love of flying with his kids, and encouraged us to get our private pilot’s license.
My brothers and I had all soloed before our twentieth birthday. We were badass Knights, bikers and pilots, and freedom seekers. Whether on the ground riding our hogs or among the clouds flying our planes, we were free.
The air inside the hangar was littered with the scent of rubber and hydraulic fluid.
“Smells like you gotta leak.” I ducked under the wing.
“Yep. It’s always something. Whatcha up to?”
“Not much. Thought I’d check on things out here before going to the club.”
“Hmm.” He wiped his hands on a rag as he eyed me. “Any word on Minot?”
“Storm’s guy hasn’t called with his findings yet.” I’d asked Storm if Grizzly, his computer genius, could investigate our Minot charter. Buff had gotten word from one of his informants that our crew was mixed up in unsavory shit. They’d gone behind my back to make money on the side and spent a lot of time at a strip club. I didn’t so much mind them getting their rocks off. Minot was boring as fuck. But my club didn’t sell women, and that was what Buff heard was going on.
“If it’s bad, you’ll need to take swift action. Do you have a plan?”
“No. I’ve had a lot on my mind.”
Dad hiked his brow. “What else is going on?”
“I’d rather not say until I have more information.”
“Is it personal or club business?” He wasn’t pushy like Lady M. He respected a man’s privacy.
