41 - Faces of evil
Chloe I feel sick. Really sick. I’m sitting at this huge oak table with carvings of all sorts of patterns indented into it. There’s a massive mural of the Madonna on the wall in front of me. There are names of fallen bikers written all over it. A bunch of bikers, including Jett, Tank, Hammer, and a couple of others, are also sitting around the table. Draven Vidal is even staring at me. Max is by my side, and VJ is collecting something, but he said he’d be right back. I almost fell through the floor after VJ told me he loved me this morning. I can’t say as I expected those words to come out of his mouth. But they did, and I have no reason to doubt them. VJ would never have told me that he loved me if he didn’t. He wouldn’t have said something so profound to get me to do what he wanted. V
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