Talon’s bike split off from the group and we took the long way back to the clubhouse, dipping out of town and winding through back roads. The familiar rumble of the engine and the wind whipping past helped calm my racing thoughts.
When we pulled into the parking lot, I was surprised to see it mostly empty. Only a few bikes belonging to the inner circle remained. As we walked inside, the clubhouse felt eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the usual rowdy evening atmosphere.
We made our way to the back room where Jake, Ledger, and a few others were gathered around a table, deep in conversation. They looked up as we entered, and Jake motioned for us to join them.
“How’d it go at the warehouse?” Talon asked as we approached. He pulled out a chair and sat, pulling me down into his lap.
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