Dylan POVI shove the papers to the side and lean back in the chair. Done. I’m finally fucking done.My eyes drift out the window to my bike parked outside. These past three months have been strange as hell.I went from doing the absolute shit work, scrubbing toilets, cleaning up vomit and blood after wild parties, to this. Blaze had argued hard that I shouldn’t have to do any of that as his partner, saying they didn’t make the women do it. But I’m a prospect, so I told him I didn’t want special treatment. I wanted to earn my patch the same as everyone else.So yeah, I scrubbed toilets. I cleaned up piss and puke. I earned my way up to working on bikes. I’m still not great at it, but Blaze taught me the basics on slow afternoons.Then they pulled me into church one day and said I was wasted on mechanical work. Instead, they gave me a more business-focused role, something I actually knew from growing up in my father’s world. Numbers, routes, deals. I also came in handy when we needed c
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