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Snake-handling cults and runaways? Don’t do
it, Alex. Don’t you fucking dare. ”
    Nash drained his beer
and stood, striding away from the table and disappearing from the room. Tanner
exhaled, balling his own hands into fists. “That’s all I’ll ever be, isn’t it?
The kid who went to prison? Like nobody else here has ever done anything fucked
up or dumb-ass or illegal …”
    “Nobody else got
caught,” Judge pointed out.
    “Bullshit.”
    “All
right. Nobody
else has got caught on Nash’s watch. Either way, we were supposed to be putting
that kind of shit behind us.” Judge reached across and poked Tanner in the
chest, hard. “You did fuck up. Your reasons were good, nobody here’s gonna argue that, and that’s the only reason Nash let you
back in. But that isn’t a license to keep fucking up.”
    Wild Blood had been an
outlaw MC, one percenters, until Nash became President
fifteen years ago. Tanner hadn’t even been a prospect then, just a kid with a
passion for bikes who hung around until the older members stopped telling him
to piss off. Tanner was a little vague on what exactly had gone down. Guns and
drugs, he guessed, but Nash had put a stop to all that. All that was left now
was the underground fighting, which … well, it wasn’t exactly legal, but the
cops looked the other way mostly. Hell, the county sheriff even came down to
watch and place a few bets himself every now and then. Some of the MC’s old
guard, like Rattler, disliked Nash’s direction, but nobody was going to fight
him about it.
    “So what am I supposed
to do?” Tanner asked Judge. “Beth’s scared shitless and she’s got nothing. If
she really did run from this Church—”
    “It’s not about what
you’re supposed to do,” Judge cut in. “Have you asked her what she wants to
do?”
    Tanner shook his head.
    “There you go then,”
Judge said, as if that settled everything.
    Tanner wanted to argue,
but Roxy, Judge’s old lady, appeared as if by magic with two shot glasses and a
bottle of tequila. Roxy was one of Tanner’s favorite people in the world. No way he wanted to hear her telling him he was being a
dumb-ass kid as well, so he kept his mouth closed.
    “Time for shots!” Roxy announced, dropping into Judge’s lap. She
glanced around the room and waved someone else over while Judge wrapped his arm
round her waist, squeezing her against his broad chest.
    A girl Tanner had a
nasty feeling he ought to recognize sashayed over to join them. Tameka? Tamera?
Something like that. She was dressed in skin-tight
jeans and a hot pink tank top that showed off a banging body to perfection. Her
thick black hair was pulled back from her heart-shaped face, and another time
Tanner would have taken more notice. But Beth was stamped in his brain and other
women, no matter how cute or bangable , just weren't
going to register.
    "Alex, you
remember Tamsin?" Roxy said in a tone that suggested he damn well better.
    Tamsin fell into the
chair next to Tanner's and laid her hand on his knee. "Of course he does!
Miss me, baby?"
    "Uh." Tanner looked to Judge for help,
but the VP was busy nuzzling his old lady's neck while she giggled and poured
tequila. Tanner racked his brain and came up with a fuzzy memory of beer, pot,
and a really filthy lap dance. Was that Tamsin? "Yeah," he said,
hoping it was. "Course I do. How you been,
gorgeous?"
    The words fell from his
mouth, insincere and empty, but Tamsin either didn't notice or didn't care. She
wriggled closer to him, pressing her thigh against his and tilting her head so
he could smell her coconut shampoo. He slung his arm round her shoulder
automatically, still wondering how he could make Nash and Judge take him
seriously about Beth. It hadn't taken long for one guy to find her and if she
really was from a cult or sect, whatever they liked to call themselves, Tanner
didn't think they'd just let her walk away. You heard all kinds of nasty shit
happening to people who left cults. If anything