Michaela’s POV.
Pulling up to the gates of the Marston Ranch, we are greeted by the MC prospects. One of my father’s men rolled the window down and spoke to the man on the gate. My father’s man called Bobby explained why we were there and the prospect looked at me sitting in the back of the SUV and saw my property of cut. The guy radioed to someone and was given the go-ahead. He opened the gates, and we rolled through.
We rode up the dirt path, and I noticed the snipers, the heavy weaponry and smirked.
“God, you weren’t kidding when you said they would be armed to the teeth.” My father says to Juliet, and she chuckles, but I know it is a sad one.
“Clearly, it wasn’t enough.” She says with a sigh and my father takes her hand and gives it a squeeze.
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