"What are you doing here? Last time I saw you, you said you never wanted to see me or my club again!" Smokey retorted.

"I was young and just lost my brother. I was devastated." Jo replied.

"It wasn't my fault he wrecked his bike and died. I tried to keep him from leaving on it. But he was stronger than me and wouldn't listen." Smokey explained.

"I know. I just needed time to sort myself out." Jo said softly.

"Five years?" Smokey scoffed. "Why now?"

"Can we go somewhere private and talk? ...