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"No, Liam!" I protest. "This is my problem, and I'm going to be the one to fix it."

His hold on me loosens, and we both stand up, facing each other.

"If you won't accept money from me, then why don't you forget about this place and come stay with me?"

"We both know your father would never agree to that." I scoff. "He stopped me from being anywhere near your house when he found out I was trailer trash."

"Well then, we get you a job," he suggests.

Smiling at him, I shake my head.

"Liam, I appreciate you trying to help, but it's no use. Clearly, I'm going to need a job, yes, but how am I meant to find one that'll hire me straight away? And pay me enough to afford two months' worth of rent in two weeks?"

His brows furrow, but he stays silent, confirming what the voice inside my head is already telling me.

I'm completely and utterly screwed.

Brushing my hands over my denim shorts, I kick at the floor with the tip of my Converse.

"Can we just go now? I'm tired of this—"

"I've got a solution," he says, then pulls his phone from his back pocket.

Although I feel the need to insist I don't need his help, I know my words will fall on deaf ears. So, I impatiently wait as his thumb swipes over the screen and then clicks on a number, lifting the phone to his ear.

He curses after a couple of seconds, scowling at his screen and dials the number again.

When the call cuts off again, he laughs and taps again, then lifts it to his ear once more.

After a couple of seconds, I hear incoherent grumbling through the phone.

"Hey, Milo. I need a favor."

Chapter Three

Trix

"I'm confused," I state as we leave the trailer park. Liam turns left, heading further away from town and toward the one place everyone knows they should avoid.

"I'm helping you get a job."

"That's not what I'm confused about, and you know it."

He sighs, then taps his fingers against the steering wheel as he drives along the winding roads further up the cliffside.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Trix."

"Well, I think a great place to start would be by explaining why we're either leaving town or going toward The Steel Devil's clubhouse."

He shifts in his seat, glances at me for a moment, then turns his attention back to the deserted road ahead of us.

"My brother, Reeve, is a part of The Steel Devils MC."

My eyes widen in surprise.

"Reeve… your estranged brother? The one you, supposedly, haven't spoken to since you were in high school?" I ask.

His mouth twists, but when he turns to face me, he nods.