Fearless
Part II: "Crossing Lines"
Copyright © 2014 by Lauren
Gilley
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The clubhouse was flanked by a
handful of bikes, but had that sleepy, empty look about it; the boys were
working or hunting up intel. The hangarounds and prospects had cleaned up the
carnage from the party; the place looked as tidy as it ever did.
Ava parked and spotted a man in the
shadows beneath the portico – a tall man, his long legs stretched out in front
of him as he reclined back with his elbows resting on the top of a picnic
table.
Mercy.














