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Luckily, there were more “FOR LEASE” signs than actual vendors, so the place was relatively deserted.

Hearing the sound of pipes in the distance, I set my helmet on my seat, and waited for my brethren to join me.

Unbeknownst to Tate, I’d had Booker do a deep dive into this Nick character. What he found wasn’t surprising. Nick Pruitt had graduated second-to-last in his law class, had taken the Bar twice and only managed to eke through the second time around.

He was not a desirable hire, however, so no one had come looking for him to join their firm. Which led me here. A shitty little office for a shitty little man who’d relegated himself to ambulance chasing in the lowest form.

One of our road captains, Train, pulled in, followed by Booker, Ace... and my dad. I frowned as they parked beside me, and my dad set his helmet on his bike.

“Didn’t realize you were joinin’ the party,” I said.

Dad swept his hair back into a ponytail and grinned. “I’m here to make sure you don’t go to jail.”

“He needs a lesson, Pop.”

“Don’t disagree, and I won’t stop you, but gonna make sure there’s no blowback. As your prez.”

I gave him a chin lift and headed down to Nick’s office, leading my brothers into the crappy little space. The bell over the door jingled as we walked inside. There was a desk toward the back of the room, but no one was in it.

“Be right out,” a man’s voice called, and Train checked the other doors, giving me an all-clear signal.

A few seconds later, Nick walked out, stalling at the threshold of the door. “Ah, can I help you?”

“Hey, Nick,” I said.

“Do I know you?”

“Name’s Flash.”

His eyes widened and then he shook his head. “You’re the guy Tate was obsessed with.”

For some reason, the fact he knew who I was, made me exceedingly happy. She’d talked about me, even while hating me. I liked that.

“What can I do for you?” Nick asked. “Do you need legal advice?”

“No.”

He frowned again, his eyes darting from me to my posse. He held his hands up. “Look, I don’t want any trouble. I don’t know what you’re doing here, but I’m an attorney and will sue you if you threaten me.”

I grinned, turning and glancing at Train. “He thinks we’re threatening him.”

Train chuckled, crossing his arms, making his already huge body look bigger.

“Now, why would I threaten you, Nick?” I asked.

His face paled and his Adam’s apple bobbed with nervousness. “I don’t know what Tate told you—”

“What could Tate possibly tell me, Nick?” I asked, cracking my knuckles.

“Whatever she said, it’s a lie.”

“What’s a lie, Nick?”

“She was excited when I invited her to that party,” he squeaked.

“Oh, so what you did wasn’t so much attempted sexual assault as it was an invitation to a party?” I challenged. “Since this is a place of law, allow me to serve you with an invitation to a party of your very own.”

He cleared his throat. “What the hell are you talking about?”