I wasn’t jealous I was just happy to be included in the inner circle. Kami, her childhood friend and the wife of another club member, held that precious title. Married to Deuce West, the president of the Hell’s Horsemen, one of Eva’s unspoken duties was keeping us women in line, ensuring any emotional problems we might have didn’t interfere with the men and their business.Īll the same, s he was the closest thing I had to a best friend, even if I wasn’t hers. Although I supposed it came with her job. Those eyes of hers, too big and shockingly gray, seemed to see straight through me no matter how desperately I tried to hide my feelings, she was always able to discern them. I glanced up at the small group of friends encircling me: Kami, Mick and his wife, Adriana, and Eva, who was peering at me curiously. I felt suffocated by it all, wishing I were anywhere else, wishing I was anyone else. All in all, it was just another typical summer barbecue at the Hell’s Horsemen motorcycle compound that, as usual, everyone was thoroughly enjoying.įor me, the sun was too bright, the children were a painful reminder that my own daughter wasn’t present, and the laughter was just too darn loud. The sun was shining, children were playing, and laughter was plentiful. Montana was in full bloom, with nothing but green as far as the eye could see.
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