The Valkyrie MC
Rogue sunk into the barstool by my left at the bar, and he didn't fail to notice the looks he was getting from the Valkyrie and all the twitchy trigger fingers.
“Hey, Duchess… What's going on tonight? The atmosphere is… tense.”
“Well… just about everyone in this room pulled a gun on Blaze earlier tonight because he tried to drag me after him.”
He snorted. “What a fucking idiot.”
I nodded, downing another tequila shot.
“Have you met my second yet, Duchess?”
“I met Shade, but not since then. Sorry for your loss there, by the way. Shade was a good guy.”
He nodded, a sad expression playing around his face. He motioned behind me, waving someone over.
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