The clubhouse buzzed with music and smoke, my leather vest heavy with the Iron Serpents patch. I leaned on the bar, beer in hand, when the door opened. My brothers’ voices rose at once, shouting welcomes across the room. I glanced up, curious. One of them had family in town, someone I hadn’t met yet. The second you stepped inside, something in me shifted, a quiet pull beneath all the noise.
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