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release, you know?”
    “Fuck, Reaper, would you just shut the fuck up?” I asked him finally. It was killing me hearing him talk about her like that.
    I should have just endured it, though, because the knowing look he gave me indicated that I had just stoked the fire.
    “Oh, look at that!” he teased. “Someone is a little defensive about Ms. Daisy, huh?”
    “Fuck you, dude. She’s Rosie’s teacher, I just think we should have a little respect.”
    He snorted and slapped his thigh.
    “What!” he roared. “Since when do you have respect for strange women? Especially if they aren’t in the room? You’d talk dirty about a nun if she was hot!”
    “Just shut up.” He was right. I was always the first one to exchange jeers and enjoy a little ‘boy talk’ about the ladies. But something about Daisy was different. When I thought about Reaper imagining what she was like in the sack, I cringed inside.
    Of course, that didn’t stop me from imagining what she would be like in my bed.
    “Alright, buddy, alright…” Reaper replied, thankfully relenting, but looking at me suspiciously as we finished up for the day.
    We were just washing up when my cell phone rang.
    “Fuck.” I said under my breath, when I saw who it was.
    “Everything okay, boss?” Reaper asked.
    “Yeah. I gotta take this. See you later, Reap.” I walked away from him and into my office, closing the door behind me before I answered the call.
    “Yeah?” I said as gruffly as I could.
    “Hey, big boy. Got a minute?” Detective Kelly Jones cooed on the end of the line.
    “Barely. What’s up?”
    Regret washed over me at the sound of her voice. I don’t think I had ever hated anyone more in my life. And yet I couldn’t shake her.
    Six months ago, one of our brothers had fucked up. Sandman had been pulled over with a gram of coke in his pocket, and taken to jail. When I showed up to bail him out, I was confronted by Kelly Jones. She took one look at me, and led me to a private room to ‘discuss the case’.
    When she first propositioned me, I laughed. But then I realized she was serious. If I fucked her, then Sandman walked, no charges. Easy, I thought. No problem. I bent her over the desk right there, and half an hour later, I walked out of the jail with a bewildered Sandman by my side. I never told him, or anyone for that matter, what I had done.
    I’d have taken a bullet for any one of my brothers, and at the time, it seemed like a much more pleasant experience than being shot. And Kelly was hot, so that first time didn’t seem so bad.
    But then she started digging into the club. She found out I was raising Rosie all on my own. She dug up as much petty shit she could on the club, prodded into the archives at the Sheriff’s office and drummed up as many rumors as she could find.
    The Gypsy Riders were excellent at not getting into too much trouble, despite the business we were in. We kept everything under wraps, did our best to take the least risks possible, and we were successful at not getting caught doing anything illegal. We kept our heads about us, stayed calm in stressful situations, and so far, our noses were fairly clean.
    Until Sandman got busted. But even that was minor. What I should have done was let him go through the system, and just deal with the minor repercussions of the charges. He probably wouldn’t have even done any time.
    But I didn’t. I was stupid. I bent Kelly over that desk and fucked her till she was shuddering in orgasm under me, and I don’t know why, but it made her hungry for more.
    She wasn’t digging into the club so she could bust us. She was digging into the club so she could blackmail me to keep fucking her. But once she figured out my weakness - Rosie - she didn’t really need to dig much more.
    The thing is, we did illegal shit, that was our life. That was our business, and what kept food on the table for our families. If we got busted, it would cause a lot of suffering for our families, and so