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course. When Mom got pissed and took the truck?”
    But none of what she is saying is making any sense to me. Even as she babbles on while pulling her backpack onto her shoulders and explains how the two of them always assumed they were twins. Even though Eden is pale blonde and blue-eyed, and Eve has dark hair and dark eyes, and an even darker complexion.
    No connections are made. Nope. None.
    As far as I’m concerned, I’m listening to a rambling teenage girl, again. For the second fucking time today. And all I really want is to drop this kid off, get my bike, then go to the airport, return my ticket, and get the fuck back home.
       I was done with my duties for the day.
    I rescued the bitch’s daughter. I left her safe, and in the care of her extended family. Two birds-one stone. Let the kid be Ilsa’s damn problem now. Not ours. Not my club’s.

    It didn’t take long to for me to track down the name and address of an Eve O’Malley. Not long at all. In fact, after dropping Eden off at the end of the driveway containing her sister’s last known address, I stopped by the old motel’s front office and put a call into Pops. Once I’d let him know what I’d done with his step kid, I informed him I was headed home, and less than thirty minutes later I pulled onto I-80 East. Headed home. And the hell away from Bentley and his crazy antics.
    Pops just wanted me to get the kid. Mission accomplished.
    I love Ben. He’s always been like a brother to me—he’s my best friend. But it seems like the wider this fracture in our family splinters, the more of his mind begins to split.
    He’s not even on one side or the other any longer. The last time he and I spoke, he made it clear the only side he was on was his.
    And well…it’s like Pops said before I left, “We can’t have a bunch of motherfuckers just jumping up and deciding to make their own sides now, can we?” If Pops wants him killed, though, then let him do it. I understand what Ben’s doing to the club isn’t right. I understand what his father, my Uncle Chase, has already done is unforgivable. But what Pops can’t understand—and what I can’t explain to him—is that I love Ben. Like a brother. Hell, he was the only other tot in the bunch when we were kids. He was the only other motherfucker in diapers in the yard with me. Pushing our little plastic bikes up and down the gravel drive of the salvage yard. His mom and mine were best friends. I think they planned it that way—at least to hear it the way my pops tells it.
    Mom was the greatest, too, man. She really was. In all of her four-foot-nine stature, she was every bit as fearless on a bike as my dad was when they were younger. But that was way before she got sick. Ma’s family was French. Actually, Mom didn’t move here until her twenties. When she met Pops outside of a Waffle House one night off I-1-something, and that was all she wrote. They were married two weeks later, and eight months after that I came out in this world, feet first. Kicking and screaming. The very next week, Ben was born.
    The rest of life was easy after that, or at least until the doc found the lump. Everything went to shit so quickly after that, it seems. It was like life was normal one day…and then when I buried my mom, it was like my little teenage world couldn’t take it. It just shattered. And shattered. And shattered. Until there was nothing left that resembled it. Just dust of the past. And the same old walls of the club’s building that once felt so much like home…
    I miss those days. The days before the partying. Well, the HARD partying. Along with the revolving door of women, sex, bikes, drugs, and rock and roll.
    The biker life my mother had planned for the Cain family didn’t quite pan out the way she imagined, God rest her soul. Hell, I think I’ve actually heard her turn over in her grave a few times when I’m out there talking to her at the cemetery.
    No…us Cain men, and the life we were supposed