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“He’s not going to hurt you ever again,” I say quietly under my breath. “Morris,” she says, shaking her head. “You don’t know what he’s capable of.” “If you think that, darlin’, then you don’t know what I’m capable of.”
“Alice Sparrow,” he grits out, his voice husky with desire. “My beautiful little bird.”
“Alice,” I remind her. “It’s not just you against the world anymore. Me, you, a girl crew. A couple bikers and a love-sick mechanic. What could go wrong with a family like that?”
“Say you’ll go for a ride with me, sweetheart. Say you’ll get back up with me, no matter how many times life knocks us down and tries to break us. Say you’ll fly with me as long as we both have wings.”
We ride, we crash. We ride again, we crash again. Sometimes we’re lucky, and we don’t fall far enough or hard enough to do any permanent damage. But most of the time, a fall means bad news. Real bad. You’re fucked up so bad, you’re not sure you’re gonna make it. But if you wanna earn that patch and ride again, you get back up. You ride again.
