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She asked with wide eyes. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏? “Hi, I’m Zack, Harley’s beta. Sorry to scare you like that, I was just curious about what you guys were talking about.

It was him. The man was standing by a black Harley-Davidson, his helmet tucked under one muscular arm. Even in a low-quality photo, Jax looked like a god of war. The sharp, Greek-god jawline, the broad shoulders that seemed to swallow the light, and those dark, piercing eyes.

Harley When I arrive at the bar everyone’s already there at our usual spot, all except for John, which I’m a little grateful for. When they finally spot me, everyone raises their glasses and cheer. Ahh, my friends. I catch Erik watching me as I sit. Damn he looks hot. Ripped bleached jeans and a white t shirt stretched across his chest. Wow, he’s braided his hair into one long braid. Modern day Viking right there. “Bitch, you’re late!” Vanessa shouts slamming down a bunch of bills. “This week’s swear jar, three hundred and fifty bucks Harley. It’s a new record.”

He mumbled and slowly walked to his bed. * * Harley was still very much awake as he chatted with Jasper on a video call via his laptop. They talked about their next move and the recent successful operation. "So..... any other petty attack?" Jasper asked. Harley laughed it off. "No but I know who ever it was....is waiting for another good opportunity. And I, Harley Finley...will be waiting." Jasper laughed. "You've always been waiting. You are like the invisible wind. I have something important to attend to...."

As she approached the entrance, she saw a shadowy figure standing in front of her. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking. The figure stepped forward, and Harley saw that it was an old man. He was wearing a long coat and a fedora, and he had a cigarette dangling from his lips. "My name is Jason," he said, his voice raspy. "I knew Anderson. He was a friend of mine." Harley looked at him skeptically. "What do you want from me?" she asked. "I have something that belongs to you," Jason said, taking out a small box from his pocket. "Anderson gave it to me before he died. He said it was important."

It was awesome! Since he and Xavier were good friends, he thought that he would probably reap some benefits. Harley dared not think of accepting free money. He was realistic. Once he found a good job next year after graduating, he would stand on his own two feet… Javier looked at Herschel in the Bugatti. “Why did you drive this piece of trash out? It’s embarrassing.”

Baylor was quite the beaut, but he would not dare hook up with women that often because of Harvey’s teachings. Besides, there was no point in the interaction in the first place. Right as he was about to leave, he caught Harvey sipping his tea in the corner of his eye. He was in shock before he showed an exhilarating look. Then, he strutted into the box in high spirits. Baylor seemed elated when he saw Dariel walk in. “Thank you for this, CEO Jackson! “Father! Mother! Let me introduce you! This is the boss of Eclipse Studios, Dariel Jackson himself!

Michael, Killer's brother was helping us by hacking into the road cameras and a bunch of other stuff that I was still learning. Now here we were, and Harley was inside the Walmart buying chocolate. And I was currently feeling all kinds of sick. I kept getting nauseous, Killer said it could be the riding but Rest insisted something far more permanent than motion sickness. “Begs, want something while I'm in,” Winner winks at me, and Killer hits him on the back of the head, before he continues loading his 9mm. I drop my head down and smile as I zip up the white overall I was given with a logo on it.

Jake Two months later Jake pushed his Harley-Davidson Dyna Super Glide into the parking space. He killed the engine, and Melanie gripped his shoulder before climbing off his bike. Bandit had called church and invited Jake to sit in. They would also stay for the party afterward. “Wrath! Glad you made it, brother,” Ink said. He was covered in tattoos, from his collarbones down to his ankles. “Hey, Ink,” Jake said, and the two men shook hands.

“I don’t know. They emailed their resume and everything. The first name just says the letter L. L Walker. Says there from the east coast.” “They better not be into fucking sports bikes and bullshit. This a Harley shop not some place for the little boys that ride crotch rockets.” I stifle a laugh at Ax’s comment and just shake my head. “Nah they’re into Harleys man. Even sent a photo of their own bike. Apparently they restored an old Easy Rider and made it all chrome with the American flag on the tank and skulls etched on the tailpipes. Looks bad ass. I told them they better ride the bike here for the interview. That way we know they’re for real.”