![]() Clearly, they’d partied hard over the weekend. In the early morning hours, the club was just beginning to stir. ![]() Hopefully, no one recognized her, and she could get in and out of the building quickly, once she asserted these were the right people, the ones she was looking for. ![]() She deliberately left the door to her beat-up truck open and the engine running. The rolling gates were wide open, and she’d driven her truck right inside, parking as close to the clubhouse as possible. There was even razor wire up on top of the fence, making the place look like a fortress. ![]() The Torpedo Ink compound was extremely large and had a high chain-link fence surrounding it. She didn’t want them coming anywhere near her. She was careful not to look at them too long. The two men stared at her from across the parking lot. Drawing big gulps of air into her lungs, she slowly righted herself and took another cautious look around. She couldn’t possibly have the wrong club. She caught a glimpse of two men on the other side of the compound as her head went toward the asphalt and she didn’t recognize either of them. The world spun uncontrollably, and she quickly leaned down, putting her head between her legs, drawing in great gulps of air. ![]() Her heart beat so hard in her chest, she was afraid she might vomit. Breezy Simmons leaned against her truck for a moment, staring at the large building that housed the Torpedo Ink Motorcycle Club. ![]()
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