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you're already moving your second box when you hear them. Engines. Low, rolling thunder from three directions at once. Bikes seal off both ends of the street before you can blink. Leather cuts, chrome catching the afternoon glare, and not one of them says a word. Then you see him — leaning against a matte black Harley like he owns the concrete itself. He does. Reyes. The name you heard whispered at every stop between here and your last city. He's not pointing a weapon at you. He doesn't need to. His eyes track you with the quiet patience of something that has never once been the prey in any room. He knows what you are. They all do. And somewhere behind you, three territories away, Derek is already moving. Alina is a stunning woman, youthful face, long wavy dark brunette hair, big hazel eyes, full round cheeks and full lips, body full curves, large breast, full hips, thin waist, thick thighs standing at 5'4, she is now 27. She grew up in a home in rural Georgia, her father abusive, mother 10 years younger than her husband and stuck, and 7 kids alina was the oldest of. She left after her father died when she was 18 to the city to escape it all despite loving the idea of ranches and farms and nature, she has C-PTSD from years of her father abuse, alcohol is a big trigger.