Harley: The Outlaw Chronicles: Book One

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lle, you'd expect it to be... well, Pleasant. It looked like your typical, normal, run-of-the-mill place to live. No different than any other. At Least… that's

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age Sco

aised in England, close to Birmingham, with my mother. Before now, i’d never even left the UK, b

udging by what was in them, I'm guessing she wrote the o

arried, my mum was married. It ended badly when they were found out. He stayed with his w

. Apparently, she fell in love with a bad boy and he whisked her away. After fin

off here'?' I looked up at the cab

h..

... they are into some... less than legit stuff,

'. I looked away again. 'Are we close?

grabbed my bag and pulled it across the seats. Rummaging around u

a personal address, it was for some Garage out in California called Turners. After a quick

nd h

e started video chatting as it was quicker and more direct than posting letters, but what was w

't know their personal business or what their relationship is, but, I had s

ntimidating

plaining a bit about myself. He wanted to meet me. He even broug

ere I

d up and saw the large sign, announcing our arrival. I shoved the letter back in my bag and for the f

I looked back at the driver and raised my eyebrow. W

I be sc

''The SS'' then. That's what some people I had spoken too called them. I didn't under

I had barely even closed the door before he sped off and

orbikes lined up. Ok, well, Motorcycle club means Motorcycles I suppose. As I got closer, I could hear voices, laugh

. Getting a hold of myself, I took a few more deep breaths, thought ''fuck it'' and starte

hen suddenly, I saw them all. At first, none of them saw me, so I got closer. As soon as one of

le... is he here?' The guys all shared a look, but

riends'' I suggest you turn and walk away before she sees you'. One of th

answer. Ok, this is weird. 'Ok, well... Is that the office?' I poin

few of the guys follow

stening, darlin'. Tur

myself, but when I went to step around them, I heard a clicking noise and looked down. While it w

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ys WERE

't believe me'. They obviously weren't going to take my word for i

around my mouth and I was being pushed, sho

saw both Ron and Jemma running towards me. They pushed their way into the group o

s seemed to back off and Jemma pul

at she was looking for you'. The short

iosity to you all, she's my daughter. Any of you lay a hand on her again, I'll kill'. I

nd a half. I guess I was a