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I frown, reading the text.

Sin

I had a fight with my mom in front of Mika. It’s bad

Sapphire

I’m here if you need to talk

Sin

I hopped on my motorcycle, needed to think

Sin

I’m here, in Saddle

Oh, holy crap.

Sapphire

At the clubhouse?

Sin

No, your place

I look up to the girls and Dustin. “Gotta go, I’ll report this to Diamond. In the meantime, everyone needs to be more vigilant. Looks like we need the prospects set up in every damn corner of the property.”

“Damn straight,” Ruby agrees.

I take off toward the house. I used to have a room at Rustic Grove, but now I have a cabin on the far side of the property, along with Ruby. Dustin lives adjacent to the stables; he likes being close to the horses. Diamond plans on building more so all the Stilettos can have a private residence here on Rustic Grove. The rooms upstairs are for new members, or strays as I like to call them, who need a place to crash. Right now, only Jade, Emerald, and the two prospects, Gem and Coral—all of whom were rescued from trafficking—reside upstairs.

Emerald keeps the house in order and cleans a couple of the Airbnbs in town. The other non-committee members, like Topaz and Garnet, are here as much as they can be in between working for Onyx, who manages the club’s local bar and restaurant, the Rusty Spur. Pearl, our Secretary, runs Saddle Hop, the best café in town.

Everyone in this MC has a job, including me. I own the local garage, and I’m a fully qualified mechanic, though these days I only work on custom bikes and leave the running of Saddle Up to my business partner, Leroy. He might be a grouch and not everyone’s cup of tea, but he’s loyal and loves his job.

Sapphire

I’m on my way

I greet my motorcycle in the lot out front, jump on, and fire her up. My place is half a mile across the property, secluded among a nestle of trees. Ruby’s cabin is close to mine, but she’s over at the beauty salon, Spurs and Sparkle, so she won’t know Sin is here.

Things must be bad if Sin is in Saddle. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him for the last few days. I can still fucking feel where he’s been.

I charge down the side of Rustic Grove and onto the dirt road that leads to my place, ignoring the fact that my heart raced the second I got his text.

He’s here.

In Saddle.

Come to think of it, how does he know where my cabin is?

CHAPTER 10

SIN

I lean against my motorcycle, second-guessing why I rode all the way here.