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Escort Services by Alex Smith I twirled the card in my hand and contemplated saving the number or not. I decided to save a number, just in case, before throwing out the calling card. I saved the contact with the name Alex Smith before shoving the phone in my pocket. I dropped myself on the couch, letting out a deep sigh.

Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana. Meanwhile, Alpha Briar West, a composed and confident leader, faces a new challenge when an unforeseen issue arises from the recent cattle thefts at Wolfe Ranch. He becomes the target of the enraged Alpha from the Winnipeg Pack, who seeks retribution for a debt. As if this predicament wasn't enough, Briar also finds his mate in an entirely unexpected manner. Now, this cowboy must navigate the complexities of his relationship with his free-spirited mate, Sloan Taylor.

“I assumed they both worked around here somewhere. It seems like you MC members are all connected to the club businesses one way or another.” “It’s true that quite a few of us are, but some of the guys have their own thing going on. Like I said, Cowboy has his own ranch and Cain works there for him, but he took some time off to do guard duty for you.” “Ah. Right. But if you’re upstairs, you’re on guard duty?”

“You think my insurance will cover a one-of-a-kind military prototype, Miss…?” “McKenna. Dr. Ariana Mickenna,” I responded automatically, barely able to hear my voice over the sound of my high blood pressure rushing through my ears. “Here, take my information.” I urge, holding out my card, “have your insurance contact me and I’ll connect them with HMG’s legal department. They can go over the insurance…” Something made the cowboy stand up straight, his expression instantly changing from frustrated to charming as he stepped forward to take the card from my hand which he then clasped with his fingers, bowing gracefully, his hat over his heart.

Chapter 4: The Glorious Lifestyle Of Steel Cowboys Room 42, Kings Canyon Motel, Roadside Motel, Unknown City, South Dakota.... Revving engines filled the surrounding air as "Brick" and his gang lined the parking lot and prepared to take off down the long and winding road in continuation of their journey and the party that seemed to never end whenever they were together. There were about nine of them hitting the road all together and each and everyone of them carried the blood of a beast inside their veins as they fuled up on cocain and alcohol while tearing through town after town reveling in the new found freedom their lifestyle had afforded them. Each member of The Howlers M.C wore a patch

Mom had to work two different jobs as I took over running the shop, but I knew things weren’t going well. That’s when I met Prez and the Wolf Riders MC! They were on the run from their own Enforcers and the president at the time, having failed a coup. The president was forcing their patched members and prospects to do the drugs they were supposed to deal, only allowing them their fix once the drop was done. Even going as far as overdosing on a couple of them, and the women inside the club. Men who didn’t get their fix got aggressive, and on more than one occasion, the fight ended with someone dead on the floor.

What did you do there? Cole read her board and a slight smile played on his lips. "I worked with horses. I loved it. Bridgeport is home to the Mountain Warfare Training Center. They have an advanced horsemanship program, teaches Marines how to use horses in remote combat situations. That was my job for three years." Jenny's smile was soft. Then you came back here?

Northern Chapter Riders MC Maverick Jr- Prez “Mav” Maddox Jr - VP “Dawg” Sam Jr - IT tech “Gadget” Brady -Treasurer “Shooter” Levi - Road Captain “Compass” Blake - Sargent at Arms “Pilot” Hawk, Eagle, Shadow- “Special forces Recon”

"It's alright mom. I'm OK." The doctor left and two minutes later, I was face to face with two officers. I sighed, bracing myself for the questions they would ask. "Miss Jones, my name is officer Allen and this is my partner, officer Williams." officer Allen was a man in his early thirties, lean, muscular and had a friendly face. His piercing blue eyes had a warm look. His partner, officer Williams, was a stout man. Mustache, black hair, black eyes and a sour expression.

“We have a great line up, folks. Only one go-round, which means only one chance for these cowboys to put a little jingle in their pockets today. On deck is a coupla brothers, ranchers from Weston County. Quinn and Bennett McKay.” More McKays? The rope barrier fell, the calf ran out and two men on horseback thundered past. The ropes spun and snapped and hit their marks, head and heels. The crowd waited for the judge and the time. Eight point four seconds flashed on the scoreboard. Carter said, “Not bad.” “Gonna have to do way better than that to beat our guys.” Chassie and Gemma high-fived each other. “Chass, you lookin’ to up our bet? Fine. I’ll take it.”