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"Of course she was," I say. "We just became different people. Sometimes people are only meant to be in your life for a certain amount of time and when they've fulfilled their role, it's time to part ways."
"Very wise, Obi-Won," Zayn comments.
I roll my eyes. "It's true. We grow as humans all the time. We can't be expected to be in the same circle forever. People change."
Blake snorts. "I don't know. Asher is still the same pig-headed asshole he's always been."
He dodges a bottle lid as Asher throws it at him, giving his brother a smirk.
"Not to mention angry and stubborn."
I laugh as Asher looks offended. Out of all of us, he's probably changed the most recently. And I'm not sure I can admit it, but I'm pretty sure it's making me fall more in love with him every day.
Blake pauses, digging into his pocket, pulling his phone out. He swipes open the screen, reading something.
I'm still focused on Asher when Blake stills.
"Fuck," he says quietly.
"What?" I ask, looking over at him.
He glances up at me. "You jinxed it. The Norsemen just attacked."
Chapter 14
Zayn
"What? Where?" Rylee yells, her eyes widening.
Ah for fuck's sake. Knew shit was way too quiet.
Blake hands me his cell, a knowing look on his face. I glance at the screen, reading the text message from Bill.
"The Jokers? Seriously?" I ask bewildered.
"Who are the Jokers?" Rylee questions, turning to Chuck.
He scratches his head, frowning. "As in the Jokers from the South? Shit, I haven't seen or heard much about them in ages."
Asher and Rylee look frustrated, clearly annoyed at being kept out of the loop. I hand the cell back to Blake before looking at Ry.
"The Jokers are the largest club down South. Really old school – been around for ages. It doesn't make a lot of sense," I say.
Chuck grabs his cell, tapping away at the screen. He's probably messaging his contacts or checking for info.
"And do we know anything else?" Asher asks.
Blake shakes his head. "Only that they were attacked tonight at their clubhouse. It's the end of the week so it's possible they were in the middle of a club meeting or hang out."
"I thought you said it was suicidal for the Norsemen to attack a clubhouse," Rylee says to me.
She's right. I did say that. There's never been a good outcome when a club is attacked on their own turf. Even when just hanging out, bikers will have weapons on them and be in large numbers. They would be ready to defend themselves, and would have the upper hand once the surprise element is gone.
"It's unexpected," I reply, frowning. "I can't imagine why they would have done that."
"Because they want to make a statement," Blake snaps. "They are trying to show they don't care about consequences."
Rylee stands up, pacing. My lips twitch as I fight a smile. She always paces when she's thinking. It's like it generates energy and powers her brain. It's quite cute, actually.
