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Talon was genuinely happy showing me around and I genuinely hated him for it.
I didn't take it personally. He was fine, as people went. Big, solid, built like a man who had never lost a fight and knew it.
He moved through the storage hall ahead of me, pointing at sections, running numbers, slapping the side of bikes with obvious pride. His voice was warm and easy and completely unsuspecting.
"The Alpha pulled all of this together in under two weeks," Talon said, tapping the side of a black Harley. "Every contact, every deal, every bike in this hall. Damon moved it himself. You know how hard that is?" He shook his head and grinned. "Man's a machine, I'm telling you."
"He really is," I said, and smiled back.
Talon kept walking and I kept following and kept my hands loose at my s
