Cutter's P.O.V.
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When we pulled up to the clubhouse and I parked my bike, I helped Sorsha off and took her helmet off. She was beaming at me, just vibrating with excitement. I have no idea what she's even excited about. Being back here maybe?
"How about you go inside and get something to eat?" I suggested. "I'll go talk to War first."
"No, I want to talk to him too," she argued.
"Trust me, I'll tell you everything he says."
"Everything?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"Everything."
"Promise?"
"Yes, Kitten, now go," I said, trying not to laugh.
"Okay, fine, but I'm trusting you, Harlan."
With that, she walked off towards the front doors. I watched her go, loving the view. I'll never get tired of looking at an a.ss like that. Such a shame we'll hav
