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scans his eyes over the remaining forty members of our little group of outcasts, misfits, and fuck-ups. I
make sure to catch Gaine, Mireya, and Kimmi's gazes. But they're all smiling at me. Of course they
are. Friends till the bitter fuckin' end, right?
Because if you're not, then walk away now. Today, we start a new chapter of Triple M. Austin
holds up his hand. Motorcycles, madness, money. We ride the first, own the second, and figure out a
way to survive on the third. I know it hasn't been easy since Kent's been gone, but I promise from this
day forward, it'll get better. Life always gets better. Austin glances over at Amy, and for once in my
life, I'm happy I caught this particular disease. Love. Who'da thunk, huh? Those of you that are with
us, remember that we have to have each other's backs. We have to trust explicitly, love
indiscriminately, and live like today's the last sunset we'll ever see. Austin leans over and presses a
kiss to Amy's pink lips. Now hop on your fuckin' bikes and let's get the hell out of here.
I grin and pull Tease against me, kissing her mouth with all the worry I had inside of me, all the
fear that she wouldn't come back across that plaza and take me up on my crazy ass offer.
Falling in love in a few days is stupid as shit, I tell her, and she raises an eyebrow. But I'm
stupid as shit, crazy, too. So I think it works. I give her a big grin and watch as she smiles back.
Life is crazy as shit. I think we're right on track. Tease pulls away from me and climbs on my
bike, her small body the perfect size for the little Suzuki. Might be time for me to get a new ride
soon. I crawl up behind her, sliding my arms on either side of her perfect body.
Amen to that, sugar tits, I tell her, kissing her ear and starting up my ride. One last glance over
my shoulder shows me Melissa and Tax making out on the back of his chopper. I grin and kick off,
following after Austin until we get where we're going. I don't expect it, not at first, but as we get
closer, my smile grows wider. Hot damn. Hot fucking damn.
When our bikes pull up outside the dilapidated house, the one with the three car garage, Scar
Tissue starts playing on the intercom system. A collective groan ripples through the group, half
irritation, half relief. Wholly satisfied.
You asked for a clubhouse, Austin says as he takes off his helmet, waiting for the rest of us to
follow suit. There's a nervous look on his face, but he's a smart man, I think he'll get over it. Well,
here it is.
Here it fuckin' is, I say, pulling my helmet off and resting my chin on Tease's head, smelling her
hair, absorbing her scent. This is going to take a while to get used to, but I think that one day, Seventy-
seven Brothers might have a run for its money in Triple M. I tighten my arms around Tease and hold
her as close as I can. Home sweet fucking home.
And I'm not just talking about the damn house.
About the Author
C.M. Stunich was raised under a cover of fog in the area known simply as Eureka, CA. A
mysterious place, this strange, arboreal land nursed Caitlin's (yes, that's her name!) desire to
write strange fiction novels about wicked monsters, magical trains, and Nemean Lions (Google
it!). She currently enjoys drag queens, having too many cats, and tribal bellydance.
She can be reached at author@cmstunich.com, and loves to hear from
her readers. Ms. Stunich also wrote this biography and has no idea
why she decided to refer to herself in the third person.
Happy reading and carpe diem!
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