Skunk POV
While in the clubhouse, before I went to get our meal, I spoke to Storm. I found him in his office.
"Come in." Storm reminded me so much of his Dad, always busy with paperwork.
"Can we talk?"
"What's on your mind?" I sat opposite Storm, who had put his pen down and moved the paperwork to one side, so he gave me his whole attention. Yep, just like his Dad. Tank's a great Dad, one we all want to emulate.
"Dirty Jane."
"What's she done now?" He sighed. We have been having trouble with this girl for two weeks now, since her man dumped her. She was never a patch woman, but a girlfriend of three years. Her man left her, and the club moved towns and joined another club. Nothing wrong with the guy leaving; it was all approved. It was leaving Jane behind that became the problem.
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