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Greta passed rows of bikes blocking half the street, the light repeatedly glinting off all that beautiful polished chrome in the setting sun. After driving around the block a few times, she finally found a parking space one street over. Based on the sound level, Sage’s birthday party wasn’t popping yet. Gulping, she stared up at the awning emblazoned with the logo of the Demon Squad, three demons on Harleys. The trio likely represented the original members who founded the MC. A brother approached her as she passed through the fence. A recruit, by the looks of him, he wore a leather cut with a single bottom rocker patch. He and another prospect were checking everyone trying to enter the premises.
He surveyed her from head to boots. She had on tight jeans and her motorcycle jacket becaus
