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it’s over!”
     
    “Then I’m dead,” Vero said. “I’m out. See you.”
     
    The other girls glared at me as the door slammed behind Vero. “Come on,” Anya said. “What’s the big fucking deal? Just go find one of the guys and talk to him. Maybe he knows something. We’re not acting right now; we just want you to do something .”
     
    “Fine,” I snapped. “I’ll go talk to Elliot.”

Chapter Four
 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Elliot and the rest of the Tiger’s Blood usually held court above a bar in downtown LA. I’d been there a handful of times, most recently to drive by and check whether their bikes were there. I knew the MC pulled in a decent amount of cash, but I was wondering when they’d finally get their own clubhouse. For a gunrunning MC, the Tigers didn’t seem to be as wealthy as I would have guessed.
     
    The bar was hopping. It was a Friday night and I’d dressed in a nondescript black tank top and black jeans with boots. I rode my bike up to the club, expecting to see it full of Elliot and his cronies. But there was a live band and people were dancing, and I was relieved to note that I was likely going to get away with hanging under the radar until I spotted Elliot.
     
    I sat down at the lone empty stool that I saw. On the other side of me, a burly guy was hugging his girlfriend close and whispering in her ear as he fondled her ass. Part of me thought again of Elliot, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. It had been five years since I’d left him, and I could have gone another ten without thinking about him again. But here I was, right in the tiger’s den.
     
    “What can I get you, honey?” the bartender asked. She was a buxom blonde woman with a low-cut top and red lipstick. “Beer? Wine? Vodka?”
     
    “Whiskey, neat,” I said as I slid over a wad of cash. “You seen Elliot tonight?”
     
    The woman laughed. “Oh, honey, you’re only the third broad to ask me that,” she said, rolling her eyes. “He’s real popular tonight.” She turned away before I could ask her anything else. I scowled. It would be just like Elliot to fuck everything in sight. I couldn’t believe that he was still running around like the big stud on campus. Elliot was the kind of sneaky guy to keep three girlfriends on a string at the same time.
     
    When she handed me my glass of whiskey, I knocked the whole thing back without a second thought. If I was going to talk to Elliot, I needed to be a lot drunker than I currently felt.
     
    “Is this seat taken?” I almost gasped as Elliot slid onto the stool next to me. He was still as gorgeous as ever—blond and scruffy with bright green eyes—and I felt my breath catch in my throat. Easy, Sephy , I told myself. This doesn’t have to be a nightmare. Just stay calm. This is for Lydia, and for your other girls.
     
    “No,” I said, batting my eyelashes. “Except by you, that is.”
     
    Elliot grinned an easy grin. I could tell he didn’t recognize me. I didn’t blame him—in five years, I’d changed a lot. I dyed my naturally blonde hair a dark shade of black and my blue eyes looked harder than they had when I was a teenager. Plus, I was a lot leaner and tanner from being in the sun. Leading an MC came with a lot of sweat and grease, and I was more than proud to say I’d experienced my fair share of it all.
     
    “Can I buy you a drink?” Elliot finished his beer and slid it across the counter.
     
    “Sure,” I said, making my voice sound a little higher than it was naturally. “I’d like that. Whiskey sour, please.”
     
    Elliot blinked. Back in the day of our underage drinking, that had been his favorite thing. He liked it because it was whiskey, so he still felt like a man, but it was sweet, so he could still drink it without cringing. I hadn’t had one in years, and I wondered whether or not it would bring back even more bitter memories.
     
    “Two whiskey sours,” Elliot said to the bartender. She winked at me but