Axle (Redline Kings MC #2)

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T he first thing I noticed was the sterile smell. As if someone had gone on a cleaning spree with disinfectant. Definitely not my place because I procrastinated chores like it was my job.

My eyelids fluttered open, and although the room wavered at the edges, I knew I’d never seen it before.

I was on a bed, propped against pillows. A thin blanket covered me to the waist, and when I shifted, a dull ache rippled through my ribs. My scalp felt tight, and my temple throbbed under the bandage my fingers brushed.