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Her eyes went wide. “Really?”

I looked at her and grinned. “Really.”

She clenched her fist and held it between us. “Good lookin’ out.”

I pressed my fist into hers.

Glad I could help.

Chapter Seventeen

Joey

I’d been up half the night researching. After only a few minutes, I’d found information about my cousin. Intrigued by him, his club, and the thought of finding a relative of mine, I read everything I could find about him and his father.

There wasn’t a tremendous amount of information available about the club, short of one news story and a video about a botched bank robbery where a member of the MC took a gun from a bank robber.

Involvement in miscellaneous toy runs, fundraisers, and charity events led me to believe the members of the club were good people, and I was eager to find out more.

I’d woke up rather anxious, and came to work a few minutes early. Just before they unlocked the front door, Albert walked into the parts department.

Crap.

“Where’s Blane?” he asked.

“I don’t think he’s here yet.”

He looked at his watch and then shook his head. “Have you got a minute?”

His face was stern.

It was always stern.

Oh my God.

Don’t fire me.

Please.

He was the owner of the dealership, and the general manager. In his late fifties with closely cropped gray hair and always wearing a few day’s growth of beard, he was a tall and very intimidating man. He rarely came around the employees, and when he did, it was never a good thing.

I swallowed heavily, nodded, and inhaled a short breath.

“Just got last month’s figures done,” he said “You hit your sales goal, and then set a record. You’re quite a salesperson.”

I exhaled. “Thank you.”

His eyes narrowed a little. “Where’d you learn about Harleys?”

I held my shoulders high. “My father was Billy The Snake Schreiber, enforcer for the Hells Angels. He started it all. And, I’m friends with a few of the members of MCs here in SoCal.”

He chuckled. “The Billy Schreiber?”

I nodded proudly. “Yes, Sir.”

“But your last name’s--”

“I was adopted.”