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Talon in the clubhouse kitchen, wearing a WDMC cut. “Rocking our colors now, hey?”
    I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen a man in the clubhouse who wasn’t like family to me. It’s not every day you see a new face around here, unless the men are bringing in their women.
    Are Talon and Ranger going to respect me on sight? Or are we going to have to prove to one another who we are, show one another where we stand? I know they won’t disrespect me openly, because Dex would rip their hearts out, but that doesn’t mean they’ll automatically respect me either. Coming into this MC doesn’t automatically come with close bonds and ties—you need to make them and then work to keep them. There’s a reason the Wild Men aren’t like us; it takes a certain type of person to thrive in this environment, and you need to be here for the right reasons.
    Talon glances down at his cut and grins. “What, you don’t think it suits me?”
    â€œI haven’t decided yet,” I say, tapping my index finger on my cheek. I decide to change the subject. “Any updates on the mole?”
    His expression darkens, his jaw going tight. “Oh, I’ll get the bastard. He can’t hide forever. It’s only a matter of time until he pays for everything he’s done.”
    â€œAhhh the quest for vengeance. Always enlightening.”
    â€œIt’s never boring, that’s for sure,” he fires back.
    â€œIs your old club going to want to kill you?”
    â€œThey can try, but no. Slice understands.”
    â€œThat badass, are you?”
    â€œYep,” he replies, grinning. “I know them. They don’t have it in them to come after me, Faye. Without me and Ranger, their MC is just an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.”
    I burst out laughing at that. “Holy crap, the new guy has jokes.”
    â€œThe new guy? Is that how I’ll be referred to from now on?” he asks, studying me.
    â€œNah, Talon is a nice name. It would be a shame to waste it. It means claw, right?”
    He nods and murmurs, “Yeah. A little creepy that you know that.”
    I shrug. “I’m creepy for other reasons, but not that one. I have babies. I look up names and meanings. No big deal.”
    He pauses, then laughs. “Fuck, you say the most random shit.”
    â€œYou have no idea. Where’s Ranger?”
    â€œAround here somewhere. Why?”
    â€œI want to welcome him to the family.”
    â€œHopefully it’s a nicer way than you’re welcoming me,” he says, arching a brow.
    â€œThis is me playing nice,” I say, batting my eyelashes. “This is us bonding, Talon.”
    â€œBonding? I feel like there should be alcohol involved.”
    â€œWhy, do you want to get me drunk?” I ask, focusing my gaze on him. “Do you think clouding my judgment is going to make me like you more?”
    â€œDo you not like me now?”
    â€œI don’t not not like you,” I reply, threading my fingers together. “I don’t really know you.”
    â€œEveryone else loves me.”
    â€œBold comment considering I can name a few who don’t just off the top of my head.”
    â€œYet the vote was unanimous.”
    â€œWhich intrigues me,” I admit. I’m so surprised about Arrow’s and Rake’s votes. Talon must really be a badass if they want him here, when they used to all but hate him.
    â€œI’ve never met anyone like you before,” Talon says, narrowing his eyes a little. “So light and yet so dark at the same time.”
    â€œI’m a Gemini,” I say, shrugging my shoulders, like that explains everything. “I have two sides. One everyone likes; and the other . . . not so much.”
    Talon nods, pushing off the counter, stepping toward me. “I don’t know you Faye, but all the people I care about do, and they fuckin’ adore you. You