Chapter 11
The bell above the door chimed, and Declan was about to tell the person they were closed when he looked up and stared right into the eyes of his past. At one time, the man in front of him he would consider a brother, someone he would take a bullet for, but that was before he found out he was a lying sack of s**t who nearly got him killed.
“Long time, Luke,” O’Reilly said, a smug look on his clean-shaven face. He imagined his lack of beard was a requirement of the job, but at least he knew he wasn’t undercover, trying to infiltrate a motorcycle club.
“Not long enough,” he growled. Hearing his real name was like a punch to his gut. No one here knew him as Luke. They knew him by his middle name, and as far as he was concerned Luke was already dead.
“And here I thought you’d be
