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giving me dirty looks, and the men are just eyeing me up and down with smirks on their faces.  
    “Sugar, this is going to get a little awkward so just play along. I will explain everything later.” Nodding my head, I take a deep breath, and get ready for whatever they throw at me. I can do this. I can do this!
    “Who’s this?” One of the men in leather asks from the bar.  
    Jase’s arm tightens around my neck as he looks over at the man. “This is Wynter. She’s my ole’ lady.” A few catcalls come from behind us, and a few snickers come from the women standing in front of us. One woman has a sour look on her face, and she is staring daggers at me. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under already.
    “Yeah fucking right! You’re the one who is always going on about how you’re gonna fuck everything that moves until your dick doesn't work anymore,” another man says chuckling.  
    Wow. So apparently Jase is a man whore. Good to know. Note to self; don't have sex with him ever.
    One of the guys from this morning, and a beautiful blonde come out from some back room, and quickly make their way towards the door. I’m not even sure they care what’s going on in here. They look like they are in a hurry to get somewhere.  
    Listening to Jase talk back and forth with a few of the other men is an eye opener. I can finally see that I have no idea how normal these motorcycle men are.  
    I thought that they were going to be all rough and rowdy men that did as they wanted, when they wanted. Instead they are just regular men with a common love of family and motorcycles.  

    After a few hours of the men bantering back and forth, Jase leads me down a hallway that has a bunch of doors. When we finally come to a stop at one of the doors, he pulls a key out of his pocket and unlocks it. Once we are both inside, he turns, and cages me against the door.  
    Looking into his eyes, I ask, “What are you doing?”  
    Jase leans in and his nose runs along my jaw, and he takes a deep breath before pulling away from me.  
    “Sorry sugar,” he mumbles, running his fingers through his hair.  
    “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.  
    He walks into what I can only assume is a bathroom. Taking a seat on his bed, I look around the room, and notice how bare the walls are. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that he has one photograph sitting on the dresser.  
    Getting up, I walk over to get a better look at it. The photo looks like it was taken outside in front of the motorcycle shop that is in the same parking lot of this building.  
    There are six of them, Jase and his twin, their father, and two other men, and the last one is Sebastian, that I met earlier. They all look very similar. They must be his other brothers. The one person that stands out in the photo is the woman. She’s beautiful and fierce looking. It must take a tough woman to raise four boys in this lifestyle.  
    The clearing of a throat is what causes me to jump and turn around. Looking at Jase, I see a huge smile across his face.  
    “I see you found the family photo,” he murmurs into the quiet room.  
    I nod my head, and go back to looking at it. Jase and his twin look the same, but totally different at the same time. Jase doesn't have tattoos like his brother does, but it doesn't make him look any less badass than the rest of them.  
    “Yeah, I guess I did,” I say looking back over at him.
    Running my finger over the photo, I continue, “Your mother is beautiful.”  
    He chuckles, “Yeah she is. She is a real fucking pain sometimes too.”  
    Smiling, I walk back over to his bed and take a seat. “You guys all look alike.”  
    “Yeah, I hear that all the time,” he agreed. He walks over to me, and takes a seat next to me. “Sorry about a few minutes ago. I shouldn't have done that...” he trails off.  
    We sit in silence for a few moments, until he starts to ask questions.  
    “So what about you? Any family?” Nodding my