12JaxThere are rules in a biker’s club. Most of those have to do with biker code—you have to have a motorcycle, you have to have a jacket, and you have to go through initiation—a means of keeping everyone on the same page, and loyal. But there are other things, too. One of them happens to be that I’m not supposed to go anywhere without Bills, or at least a lieutenant. Bills acted as my right hand and my body guard because he’d forever been the most loyal of the Sin Reapers. As their leader, I needed a certain level of protection beyond the regular members.
Most of the time, I thought it was unnecessary. These days, I thought it was unavoidable.
But I was sitting on my bike now, reaching for my helmet and getting ready for a ride. Still no Bills. I’d given him a call, but he hadn’t picked
