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It was a hot, clear day, and his thoughts
returned to Angel. He wondered if she was having fun. Tate was an amazing girl.
She’d been a little toddler when Tiny took him and Nash into the fold. His old
lady was still alive back then. Pain struck whenever he thought about Tiny’s woman, who’d been like a mother to him. Patricia
cared for everyone, and Tiny was her whole world. It was watching and listening
to the pair that made Lash know he’d never have a sweet-butt for a wife.
Patricia had been an outsider, but her love for Tiny kept her by his side. Her
death hit their leader hard, but Tiny finally worked his way out of the
heartache. Tate was like Patricia in a lot of ways. Tiny wouldn’t let her get
involved in the club even though the younger woman wanted to.
    “Thinking about Patricia?” Nash asked.
    “Yeah, she was the one who suggested this place to
Tiny.” Lash looked at the warehouse. How Tiny still made it through the doors
was beyond him. He couldn’t imagine losing anything so precious to him. If
something was to happen to Angel, he couldn’t even breathe at the thought let
alone live with it. There was never going to be a way for him to live with it.
    “I miss her, too. She was a strong woman. I could
never allow myself to love someone that much and then watch her die.”
    “Is that why you fuck and take blow jobs from women
you won’t keep?” Lash asked.
    “It saves being alone and in pain.” Nash slapped him
on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s go so you can get
your pansy fucking ass back to Angel.”
    Together they walked into the warehouse.
    David was sat at a desk typing away at the computer.
Several other members of The Skulls were stood around the warehouse. They all
took turns in babysitting David. When they left, whoever stayed behind was
locked inside the warehouse until the next morning.
    Lash had spent two nights with the bastard,
listening to him mutter on about his wife and daughter. He didn’t like the
older man, but he was his woman’s father. Lash had no choice but to try to help
him out.
    “Give us some good news, David. I’m growing tired of
this shit, and your daughter’s ass is looking tempting,” Tiny said.
    Fisting his hands at his side, Lash knew there was
nothing sinister in what Tiny said, but hearing the words was still hard to
handle. The civilians didn’t need to know that The Skulls had a code. If Lash
hadn’t laid claim to her to all the members, Angel would have been fucked
within her first week at the club.
    They didn’t run a hotel service, and the men needed
a regular supply of sex in whatever form that came.
    “I-I-I can’t g-g-get i - i -it back.”
    Rolling his eyes, Lash saw through the lies.
    “Then I guess Angel’s ass is mine.”
    “No!”
    The shout was firm. David might be an asshole, but
he didn’t want anything to happen to his daughter.
    For the next two hours Lash listened to the man talk
shit about the money. Lash and Nash were brothers, and together they’d worked
out the holes in David’s stories. They knew where the money was and how to get
it. All The Skulls wanted to know was which side David was on.

Chapter
Four
     
      Angel waited
outside of the dressing room while Tate tried on another item of clothing. Steven
stood several feet away from them, but his eyes never left where they both
stood. She’d purchased some designer jeans and a few tops all at Steven’s
request. He’d mumbled something to Tate, and from then on the other woman took
control so that Angel now possessed clothes she would never even dream of
buying, let alone wearing. There were several dresses she didn’t think were
legal to wear in town.
    “Ta-da,” Tate said, opening the dressing room door.
The other woman wore a tight red dress. “How do I look?” The dress moulded to
every curve and highlighted the other woman’s fuller figure.
    “You look amazing.”
    “Do you really think so?” Tate asked. Her hands
moved down her sides to rest on