The Biker's Rules
“Anyway, D-boy panicked, enlisted in the Navy, and vanished into the night.”
“You’re such an asshole,” Alejandro mutters.
“He doesn’t like to talk about it,” Noah adds with a grin.
I stare at them. “So … what happened to Susie?”
Noah doesn’t miss a beat. “Juvie,” he says flatly. “Stabbed her foster parent with a knife.”
I bark out a laugh, half shock, half realization — they’re not that different from the guys I know.
The reception area is big and breathing — wide-planked wooden floors warm underfoot, sunlight pouring in through floor-to-ceiling windows that frame rolling paddocks, open fields, and a glossy man-made lake shimmering in the distance like it knows it’s part of the sales pitch.