I felt my face get hot. "You don't know anything about us."
"I know enough."
Harlow grabbed my arm. "Let's just go."
But I didn't move. I pulled out my wallet and showed the clerk the black card.
"I can afford anything in this store. And more."
The clerk's eyes went to the card. Then to my jacket. To the patch on the back.
Her face went white.
"Devil's Reach MC," she said. Her voice shook.
"That's right."
She stepped back. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Please, let me help you. Anything you want. On the house."
"On the house?" I put the card back in my wallet. "You just told us to leave. Now you want to help?"
"I made a mistake. Please. I'm sorry."
Harlow looked at me. "Mira, let's just go."
I looked at the clerk one more time. "You should treat people better. You never know wh
