Ashlynn
We pulled up to a gate with a skull and crossbones. Above it said LOC and below said Colorado chapter. As the gate opened, the words and skull split so Sly could drive through.
The biker that was next to the gate waved.
“Do you know him?” I asked Jace.
“No, but I texted Wolf when we were five minutes out and gave a description of our vehicle. So, the man at the gate knew it was us.”
“It looks like there’s some kind of party going on,” I said. There were a number of bikes, cars and trucks parked in front and to the side of the club. There were bikers outside surrounding some motorcycles, smoking, drinking and laughing.
I saw some scantily clad women dressed in next to nothing. They had to be cold. It was only February, but it still lightly snowed some days. But to each
