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to
get her a cell phone. He wanted to be in touch with her at all times. Nash
stayed silent behind him as he instructed Steven. There were only a few years
between them as brothers.
    “Man, you’ve got it bad,” Nash said.
    They stood by their bikes on the forecourt of the
club.
    Each of the men was saying bye to their ladies or
the women who satisfied their needs.
    “I’ve always had it bad for Angel.”
    “I know, but this is different and you know it.
You’re the reason Tiny called in the debt and the reason David is not dead
yet,” Nash said.
    “There are times I wish you weren’t my brother.”
    “Yeah, having someone know everything about you must
suck. Does Angel know the extent of your obsession?”
    Lash glanced back at the club in time to see Tate
talking with Angel as they left the building. She glanced over toward him but
didn’t do anything else. Steven climbed into the car with the two women going
in the back.
    “No, she doesn’t have a clue what I’ve done to keep
her safe and to keep her for myself.” Since the moment she turned eighteen,
Lash had done everything he could to keep her safe and to keep the problems her
father brought to their life, away from her.
    Steven pulled out of the parking lot, and Lash
turned his attention back to his brother. “And you’re not going to tell her.
Angel doesn’t need to know everything, and I’ll tell her what I think she needs
to know when I’m good and ready.”
    He put the helmet on and flung his leg over the
bike, straddling the machine.
    “You better. I’ve heard shit like this has a
tendency to blow up in your face.”
    “I don’t intend to have anything blow up in my face.
It’s going to work.”
    Tiny pulled out onto the main road, and everyone
else followed suit. The two remaining Prospects stayed behind with the others.
    Riding on his bike, Lash followed the rest of the
crew through town and out onto the main road. They needed to travel a good hour
to get to the warehouse that stored most of their business.
    It had once been a boxing factory, but when the
recession hit, the factory went under and plenty of people lost their jobs. The
club had banded together and laid claim to it. None of the old ladies ever visited
the warehouse, and no one who wasn’t part of the club came close to the
warehouse, not even the law. Since the death of Lash’s and Nash’s parents over
turf, Tiny had done everything he could to make the town safe. No club deals
went down near town, and no other crew came to Fort Wills.
    The ride was a long one, but it allowed Lash time to
clear his head. There were times he struggled to think when he was right in the
middle of a problem. Riding his bike gave him the freedom and the quiet to
think of every problem.
    Angel was not a problem, but her father was. He
hadn’t been joking when he’d told her David wouldn’t make it to the end of the
year. The Skulls were trying to regroup their losses caused by David. Other
than get back some money, the rest of the club wanted him dead. Lash had asked
for a little more time. If they took David out of the equation too soon, Lash
would lose any chance he had with Angel.
    Time was not on his side. It wouldn’t be long before
the club voted against David being gone. The older man was stalling too damn
much and making it hard to believe his stories. The guy was full of it. The
death of Angel’s mom had left David broken in some way. Whatever the reason, it
wasn’t something the club took into consideration.
    By the time he pulled up outside the warehouse Lash
wasn’t any clearer as to what he wanted. Climbing off the bike, he lit a
cigarette and waited for Nash and the others to pull up the rear.
    “ Whoo ,” Nash said,
laughing. “There’s nothing like a ride to put the air in your lungs.”
    There was a bolt across the door along with several
locks in place to keep people out.
    “I know what you mean.” Taking a long pull on his
cigarette, Lash looked up at the sky.