What did a chick like Holly know about fucking struggle? Was I supposed to get on my knees and grovel about spoiling her graduation plans by saving her ass from the Reapers? And now it was my fault she couldn't impress her parents with a paper diploma? All while I risked life and limb—not to mention my future with the Sons—just to keep her safe. This was just one of the many reasons the club lifestyle made sense to me. No bullshit diplomas, no bullshit authorities hanging over your head. Just money and mayhem. But at the same time, no matter how much she pissed me off, no matter how much she didn't understand the new world she was in, I wouldn't be able to fucking live with myself if something happened to her. I was opening my mouth to snap at her when I heard the gunshot. A civilian might've thought it was a car backfiring, but I'd been around enough fucking gunfights my first year in the club alone to know the difference.
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