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Manic’s grin widened. “Welcome to the club. You’re almost a Royal Bastard.” Maddog gripped my shoulder. “You ready?” “For?” “Your initiation.” Fuck. “What do I have to do?” “Take a ride into the desert. There’s someone I want you to meet.”
Jeepers Creepers (Royal Bastards MC Las Vegas, NV #3)
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