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Solo barely heard it, he couldn’t help but look around. Luckily, it was still early enough that there were only a handful of brothers in the club, and they were busy with other things. He tried to play off Rowdy’s concerns. “He doesn’t wear his badge when he’s naked. You’ve fucked prostitutes, so don’t sit there and tell me you have to agree with someone’s job in order to fuck ‘em.”
    “Not the same; and you know it. A whore can’t put me in jail, and a whore didn’t destroy my family. Everything you went through as a kid was caused by a cop, or have you conveniently forgotten that cop was fuckin’ your mom before your dad left?”
    Solo slid out of the booth. He stared down at Rowdy, trying to keep his rage in check. If anyone else but his best friend had dared bring up his past, they’d be lying on the floor in a pool of their own blood. Instead, Solo turned and stormed toward the door. He needed a ride to clear his head.
    Solo was almost to his bike when he heard heavy footsteps running up from behind. “Go back inside,” he told Rowdy without glancing over his shoulder. He threw his leg over his bike and settled on the seat.
    “I didn’t mean that,” Rowdy mumbled, unable to meet Solo’s gaze.
    “Yeah, you did.” Solo started the Harley. “Talk to Roach. If I do it now, I’ll kill the sonofabitch.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted Blue. I need to C U.
    “Solo,” Rowdy began.
    With a shake of his head, Solo took off, shoving the phone back into his pocket as he rode out of the parking lot. He’d gone three blocks before he realized what he’d done. Pissed off and hurt weren’t new emotions for him, but reaching out to someone to help deal with them was. He pulled to a stop at the side of the road and checked his phone.
    Blue had answered. Something wrong?
    Solo bit his bottom lip, wondering how much to say. Just need to CU. Can U get away? Meet at your place?
    Thirty minutes .
    Satisfied, Solo pocketed his phone and decided to take a cruise around two of the schools on his way to Blue’s. He had thirty minutes to figure out why the hell it was so important he see the cop. Thirty fucking minutes to get his head on straight. He still didn’t understand why he was drawn to Blue. Sure, the man was hotter than shit, but no more so than other men he’d fucked throughout the years. Knowing what Blue did for a living should have sent Solo riding off in the opposite direction, so why hadn’t it? Was fucking Blue worth risking his life?
    After circling the block around Turner High School twice without spotting anything suspicious, he headed toward the middle school eight blocks away. The thought of someone selling drugs to twelve, thirteen and fourteen year olds made him sick, but he knew from experience that no age was too young for dealers to make a buck on. According to her friends, his sister, Jessica, had only been twelve when she’d started using. Unfortunately, Solo had been so busy with his own fucked up shit he hadn’t noticed until it was too late.
    He shook off the clawing guilt that threatened to suffocate him each time he thought of his baby sister. It was too late for Jessica, but he would do what was necessary to keep it from happening to another kid.
    Movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. He slowed and turned his head in time to see a man wearing a navy hoodie disappear around the corner. “Fucker,” he growled, sure it was the man he’d chased away from Turner.
    Solo took off, hoping the punk stayed to the sidewalk long enough for him to catch up. Scanning the area, he rounded the corner. “Stupid fuck.”
    The man in the hoodie was getting into a burgundy, rusted piece of shit Toyota. Solo pulled up behind the car as it tore away from the curb. He pulled his phone out of his cut and looked away from the car long enough to call Blue.
    “Almost there,” Blue answered.
    “I’m following your friend from last night. Got a piece of