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you look pale and sickly, and old.”  She shudders.  “I’ll book you in for a trim today.  Maybe you could have it chopped right up to your ears,” she muses.  “At least it will take a while to grow back.”  She tugs on my hair and skips out of the room.
    The memory shakes me and I quickly pull my hair off my face and into a bun. 
    It’s funny, when people die, you only seem to remember the good times.  I’d forgotten all about that side of my mother – the side that was incredibly critical and made snide comments, constantly judging my appearance.  I can’t believe I’d totally forgotten.
    Shaking off my sudden melancholy, I slide on my flip-flops, grab my handbag, and walk out to my car.
    I fire up my car and drive determinedly over to the Zephyrs’ Clubhouse; a place I’ve been forbidden to go.  The two hundred dollars in my pocket is burning a hole and my rage simmers just below the surface.

CHAPTER SIX
    Oak
     
     
     
     
     
    Everything changed last night.  I can’t pinpoint the exact moment my mindset shifted, but it doesn’t matter.  The end result is still the same.  I gave in to temptation and now she is finally mine.
    Last night when she told me about the fucker who was threatening her, I felt like I was about to snap. Literally.  I have never felt such a powerful combination of anger and fear in my life.
    I hated leaving her earlier, but Rad called and there was an issue at the clubhouse last night.  Apparently some snot-nosed little fuckers cut through the chain link fence and sprayed some paint on the Prez’s Harley.  It was a dare, according to the kids.  Regardless, Prez isn’t too happy and he threatened to slit their throats. 
    I need to call Mason and Dunlop and share the information about the man harassing Willa, but first, I want to talk to Rad about what he knows.  But before I do any of that, I need to make sure the Prez doesn’t kill a couple of harmless fucking kids.
    My bike skids to a stop outside the warehouse, sending loose gravel scattering.  I had one of the Prospects ride it over to Willa’s for me this morning.  He was getting a ride back with one of the boys, apparently.  Not that I really give a shit.
    “Just calm down, Prez.  We don’t need you doing something you’ll regret,” I hear Rad say.
    “Regret? I don’t regret shit,” Prez spits back.
    “Yeah, well, you don’t want this to be the first.”
    I walk through the doors and glance over to see petrified kids huddling in the corner, gagged and hogtied.
    Fucking Christ.
    I look to my left and see Rad standing in front of Flay, cornering him against the wall.  Making a snap decision, I quickly walk to the kids and untie them.
    “Get the fuck out of here.  Fast.  Do not ever come back. Do you hear me?  Never.”  I remove the ropes and they bolt out of the warehouse before I can blink.
    “What the fuck did you just do?” I hear roared behind me.
    Fuck.
    “Prez,” I say, turning to him.  “You can’t kill a couple of kids because they fucked with you.  Jesus.”  I’m exasperated. I know I have a job to do, and part of that job is playing the role of a criminal, but fuck! even criminals have consciences, surely.
    “That’s not your decision to make, wise ass.  Maybe I should kill you instead,” he threatens.
    “Go ahead, asshole,” I challenge, standing up to my full height, towering over him.  He visibly shrinks in front of me.
    “Oh, fuck off,” he snarls, backing down, but not wanting his weakness to show.
    “Righto, settle down, boys.  Prez, let’s go get a drink, eh?  A whiskey and some pussy will tame that fire in your belly,” Rad says, slapping Flay’s back.
    “Fine.  I wouldn’t mind fucking that hot blonde piece I saw earlier,” he mumbles, walking away.  Rad looks over his shoulder and winks at me.
    It’s going to be a long ass day.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Willa
     
     
     
     
     
    I pull into the drive of the large compound and glance around.  A