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As I rolled up to my camper, I noticed a figure seated on the steps, smoking a cigar. The Alpha Riders knew better than to show up unannounced. After living with an alcoholic father, surprises made me uneasy.
Drawing closer, I recognized the figure, wearing linen dress pants and a pale blue shirt, his gray hair trimmed neat and tight on the sides. He wasn’t a member of my club—or any club.
LeBlanc had picked me up off the streets as a kid. He caught me screwing around on a computer at a local community center, accidentally bypassing the firewall before I’d even realized what I was doing.
I became his petty little thief, flying under the radar as a scrawny, mouthy teenager. Until I turned eighteen and my attitude problem finally wore his patience out. I cut ties with LeBlanc, choosing to branch out on my own instead. Shortly after that, the Alpha Riders agreed to take me on as their Prospect.
I stopped a safe distance away and put one boot down to steady myself, but I didn’t push my kickstand into place. Seeing LeBlanc didn’t mean good news and I needed to make sure I could get the hell out of here on short notice if necessary.
“You’re looking like an old man these days, LeBlanc,” I said, sliding the visor of my helmet up.
“And you continue to look like a cocky little shit,” LeBlanc replied, a smooth French accent making his words slide and nestle into each other. “How long has it been, Enzo? Three years? Four?”
I bristled at that name. He knew I hated it. I was named after my father, Enzo Rodriguez, in the hopes that I would follow in his footsteps, but I swore I would never turn out to be anything like that bastard.
“Six years,” I replied, icy.
LeBlanc flashed his too-white teeth in a wolfish smile.
“Perfect timing for a reunion then.”
I snorted. “Go fuck yourself. I don’t do shit for you anymore.”
“You haven’t even heard my offer, Enzo. It’s a very generous one. You could pay for an upgrade with cash to spare.”
LeBlanc rapped his knuckles against the doorframe of my camper.
“Like I said, I don’t work for you anymore.”
He shrugged, taking a long drag of his cigar. Hollowing his cheeks, he blew the smoke out into a perfect ring.
“That’s a shame. We were good together.”
I stifled a growl of annoyance.
“Get out of my camper, LeBlanc.”
He turned his pale eyes on me with amusement.
“Or what? You’ll call the cops? I’m sure they’d be very interested in seeing your mile-long record.”
I clenched my teeth at the obvious threat.
“I don’t give a shit about the cops. I take care of my business on my own. And you know I don’t play nice.”
LeBlanc held up his hands in surrender.
“All right, Enzo. You win.”
Reaching into the breast pocket of his shirt, he pulled out a piece of paper and left it on the steps of my camper. Then he rose to his feet slowly, stretching as if he had all the time in the world. And he slowly ambled toward the road.
A moment later, a white SUV pulled up and LeBlanc climbed in.
I held my breath, scanning the area to make sure the coast was clear before I finally climbed off my bike and put the kickstand down. A quick search of my camper showed nothing was out of place.
When I returned to the steps, the piece of paper LeBlanc had left was still there. I picked it up.
It was a playing card—a red Jack of diamonds—with a phone number written at the bottom. I shoved it into the garbage under my sink.
