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grinned in a way that made Dash’s hands ball into fists. “She’s always been a feisty thing, but there are times that’s not a bad thing at all. No guesswork about what Ellie wants or what she thinks.”
    There was obvious subtext, but Alamo kept his mouth shut. Whatever Ellen did or didn’t do with either of these men was her business. He’d met her once, and although she was intriguing, she apparently wasn’t as single as he’d thought from the sounds of it. Maybe she and Dash were one of those crazy couples who were on and off again like a strobe light. She hadn’t seemed like that sort of woman, but Alamo had spent only a couple of hours with her and most of those were either riding in silence or listening to her sing.
    Dash, for his part, looked like he’d been chewing glass.
    Killer glanced at Alamo. “Dash says she’s hands-off, man. That’s clear?”
    â€œCrystal.”
    Killer nodded and turned back to Dash. All grins were gone as he said, “Don’t start shit with him for giving the girl a lift home because you fucked up again. You keep treating her like that and she’s going to stay gone one of these times. You want to keep her? Man up, cuz. If not . . .” He shrugged. “Just don’t start trouble in the house because of a girl who isn’t even your old lady. We clear?”
    â€œI’m not a Wolf, cuz ,” Dash said. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
    Then he walked away.
    Once he was gone, Killer pulled up a stool and motioned to the barmaid that she should get him and Alamo both a drink. Then he said, “Dash isn’t a bad guy, but he’s shit on sticking to anything. Club or woman. But he and Ellie have been screwing around for years.”
    â€œI gave her a ride. That’s all,” Alamo pointed out.
    â€œClear over to Memphis,” Killer said blandly. “When Ellen sings, people talk. We got a call. Echo likes to know what she’s doing.”
    â€œShe was upset.”
    â€œThat happens a lot where Dash is concerned,” Killer said. “Those of us who know about them don’t say anything. He might not be patched in, but he’s family . . . so if he says she’s off-limits, she is.”
    Alamo nodded.
    Killer motioned to the barmaid. “Plenty of girls to go around, man. Dash certainly doesn’t limit himself. He just likes to have Ellen to go back to when he’s feeling like he wants a little talking or cuddle or whatever with his fucking. She deserves better, but for some reason, she puts up with him.”
    The barmaid came over with their drinks. She was a cute little thing, all curves and smiles. “Here you go.”
    Alamo took his drink from her, but he didn’t comment on Ellen. Whatever her deal was with Dash, it wasn’t Alamo’s business. He wasn’t getting involved. His temper was already an issue. That didn’t mean, however, that he was going to be a dick to Ellen because of Dash.
    Once the rather pretty barmaid walked away, Alamo said, “Just so we’re clear: I told Ellen she could call if she needed anything, and I’m not going to take my word back.”
    Killer nodded. “Keep it platonic. I don’t need to deal with property issues between you two. You’re new here, and Echo’s happy to have you. Says you’re worth keeping here. Don’t fuck it up. If you do, it becomes my problem, and don’t neither of us want that to happen.”
    â€œMakes sense,” Alamo agreed. He’d heard enough about Killer to know that he was a lot more experienced with violence than someone their age ought to be, but he’d been raised in the club and working for them since he was a kid. He was the current president’s son whether or not anyone said so. It didn’t take more than a glance to see their resemblance. Alamo had no intention of coming to blows with