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Heather
“You want me to what?” Bren asked, her hands on her hips.
Channing was telling Bren and her crew about the situation, and once again, things were a little tense. They seemed fine with watching out for the Red Demons MC—all of them except Bren. Of course.
Channing leaned against his kitchen counter. It was late at night, late for these teenagers. Normal kids should’ve been in bed, their homework done, their only worries about the next day’s classes. Again, not these kids. Midnight might as well have been their lunch hour, and every one of them was bright-eyed, but not bushy-tailed.
“You think they’ll target Bren?” Cross asked.
Bren had been protesting, but she went quiet once Cross started talking. She stood slightly behind him, her arms over her chest. Her chest rose and f
