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her hips.
    “There’s only one problem,” Angel said.
    “What is it?”
    “Where are you going to wear it? It’s a beautiful
dress, but where could you wear something like that?” Angel glanced down at her
clasped hands. She’d never been good at this. Girly shopping trips and bonding
trips were never her thing.
    “Haven’t you heard of some of the parties the club
has?” Tate asked, taking a seat beside Angel.
    “Yeah, I’ve seen them.”
    “No, honey, you’ve seen the tame ones. If you speak
to the other old ladies you’d have a clue as to what goes on at these parties.
There’s a lot more risqué shit going down. My Dad tries to keep me all sweet
and innocent, but let me tell you I’m not stupid.”
    Angel listened to the other woman speak and knew in
her heart that Tate spoke the truth. If the parties they’d been having were not
the real deal then no wonder the men hated her. Was she the reason the parties
had been downgraded?
    “ Tiny’s your Dad. What makes you think he’s even going to let you
attend one of these things?” Angel asked.
    “When I walk through the door he won’t stop me. Dad
needs to know I’m a grown up and stop scaring guys away from me. If I don’t act
now I’m going to die a virgin, and that’s pitiful.” Tate grabbed her hand. “The
other girls are horrid. They only put up with me because of my Dad. You’re
different. I can see that. Also, you’re not horribly underweight either.”
    Tate wrapped her arms around Angel.
    “I don’t know what to say.”
    Angel looked over at Steven to see him pressing on a
load of buttons on his cell phone.
    The sound of the door opening, followed by some
giggling and screaming, made Tate pause in her tracks. Angel glanced over to
see what all the fuss was about.
    “We’ve got to go,” Steven said, helping them with
their bags.
    “Shit, it’s the Lions,” Tate said, muttering under her
breath.
    “Who are the Lions?” Angel asked. She saw the women
and men in leather jackets sporting the Lion emblem.
    “They’re The Skulls’ biggest problem, and we’re in
neutral ground. The cities are not claimed.” Tate made to go to the changing
room.
    “We’re paying for it with you in the dress, Tate.”
    “I need to get changed.”
    “I’ve got orders from Tiny to get you back to the
club. We’re paying for you in it.”
    Tate didn’t look afraid as they passed the other
crews path. All of them stopped with Steven standing in front of them.
    A dark haired man stopped to look at Tate. His gaze
wandered up and down her body. The heat coming from his eyes couldn’t be
mistaken as anything other than predatory.
    “Tate, it’s lovely to see you again.”
    “Murphy, what brings you here?”
    Angel stayed quiet, watching the interaction.
    “Shopping,” Murphy said.
    “For the skanks of the Lions. I
see that. It mustn’t cost you too much. From the looks of them you don’t really
need to keep them in clothing.”
    “Tate,” Angel said, grabbing her new friend’s arm.
    “Not right now, I’ve got this.” Tate didn’t turn her
attention away from the man in front of her.
    “You’re not going to let her speak to us like that?”
one of the woman said.
    Angel didn’t know who spoke, but Murphy and Tate
kept glaring at each other.
    “She’s Tiny’s girl. Tate
says what she wants and does what she wants,” Murphy said, seconds later.
    “Exactly, and what Tate wants is to get out of here.
Lions give everything a bad press.”
    Angel followed Tate and Steven to the checkout
counter. She glanced behind her to see Murphy watching Tate.
    None of them said a word while Tate got the women to
scan the dress while it was still on her body.
    Once they were out of the store, Tate refused to go
home. Angel stood waiting while Tate ranted over the cell with her father.
    Angel kept looking at Steven, whose attention
drifted between Tate and the designer shop they’d come from.
    “Do you know what happened in there?” Angel