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I’et back to Uncle Jack’s and see Raven My heart and body aches to see her even though I only left her a few hours ago I need to win her back and know that I have a long road to go until I completely have her where I want her … in my ars The problem is, I’ve never been able to keep her there

My stouilt Will I ever be able to keep her after she finds out the reasons I left?

That question still giveslot of Jack’s bike shop and I find it ehts inside are all off, and when I check the door it’s locked Uncle Jack , I turn an’s

Raven

I’h the last week’s invoices when Uncle Jack appears in the doorway of the back rooive him a tired smile as I look him over

If I had a favorite “uncle” it was Uncle Jack He’d been an was the President After my father had died, he could have just as easily taken over the club Instead, he was the first to suggest turning of the club over to a younger generation, my brother and now Bash

Uncle Jack is still handsoe, which I’m not even sure of His shoulders are still wide and the inals’ Red brown hair is streaked with gray, and his eyes are nearly the sa blue as Bash’s He has no fahter had run off with a rich boy from the local university and never looked back Uncle Jack hasn’t tried to get her to come home and says she’s better off away from the club When I was born, he doted on me just as ate dad

“Hey,” I say when he stands there leaning against the doorjamb “What’s up?”

“Going to head out early” He nods to the account books in front of o bankrupt before then”

I snort “Yeah, I’el’s Halo is into illegal shit No one ever talks to ine what takes place when the guys return from Mexico, or when there’s news that a rival club member suddenly bites the bullet—yeah, that’s usually a literal term Normally there’s a celebration at the warehouse just outside of town So on Those mamas and sheep can’t keep their mouths shut after all

But all that illegal stuff is okay with it books for all of the Originals It’s my job to cook the books Just because I don’t knohat they’re doing, doesn’tto the bank

Uncle Jack grins, s I’ll drop you off at the bar before I head home”

Closing the top book, I stick it into a secret drawer under ht off in the office, I follow hie and out the side door where Uncle Jack’s hog is parked He gets on and I slip on behind hi with my father and brothers since before I can remember

Like expected, the bar is crowded There’s hardly any place for Uncle Jack to park, so he just lets me off at the front door and waits until I’ in to have a beer, but he doesn’t care for Saturday nights here, just as inals don’t While there isn’t a female within a mile of the bar on Fridays, Saturdays the place overfloith them Mamas, sheep, or sweetbutts, women that are considered property of all club ht Saturday nights are also when so so lives What better an adventure than to get a biker to take you hoht

Besides the mamas and sheep, there are a few ol’ ladies that co at the bar while their husbands play pool in the back Tying an apron around my waist, I put a fresh bowl of pretzels in front of them “Hey, Cory, Jen What’s up?”