Her Biker Bodyguard
Veronica said.
“Nobody wants to fuck your ugly ass anyway, Spill,” I said. “Now get the fuck out of here, both of you.”
Spill reluctantly climbed onto his bike, and the two of them headed back toward the clubhouse.
“Come on,” I said to Veronica. “Let’s get inside.”
“Tell me what’s going on first,” she said.
“Inside.” I moved into the house, went to the refrigerator, and grabbed a beer.
She sat down at the kitchen table. “I’m getting sick of these games, Jaguar,” she said.
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