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"I am worrying. He's missing. Corbin was even looking for him." She sat up in bed. "I think Steven is dealing drugs out of the house. That means Shady is probably mixed into that mess, too."

He couldn't see her face in the darkness. Rolling out of bed, he turned on the light. Neither one of them was going to get any more sleep.

"I mean, what do I do?" She sighed. "My dad isn't here to save him. Shady doesn't tell me what he's doing. What if they killed him? Will I ever know what happened, or will I go on each day wondering where my brother is? God, this is all my fault. I should've told him when I had the chance, but I was so caught up in..."

Her chest rose and fell. She was working herself up into a panic.

He gritted his teeth. She blamed herself for being involved with him, and she forgot about the threat to her brother's life. For once in her short life, she was doing something she wanted.

He sat on the bed and faced her. Taking her hands, he rubbed them between his. She trembled.

"The men who kidnapped you are bad people, Rach." He paused, hating that she would have new worries once he talked.

"Bad?" She scoffed. "They're the devil and would kill their own mother."

He couldn't argue with that. What Rachel hadn't figured out was that if he hadn't saved her, they would've shipped her to Mexico and put her to work as a sex slave. Death would've been preferable to the future.

If Los Li picked up Shady, they'd leave Rachel alone. She was only a pawn in their business dealings.

"I'll see what I can do." He stood. "If Shady's out there, I'll find him."

"No." Rachel sprang from the bed and grabbed his arm. "It's too dangerous."

Yet, she was willing to step into danger for her brother. He exhaled. She was strong. Too strong for her own good.

"I can take care of myself." He smoothed back her hair. "And I'll take care of you. That means you do not leave the house without me. If I'm not going to be around, I can get someone from Havlin to escort you wherever you want to go."

She nodded with no argument. For now, staying away from her old house was important. The cops were swarming around it, looking for Shady.

"Let's jump in the shower." He eyed her wild hair. "I'll make you feel better. Then, we'll both go over to the clubhouse. You can stay there while I check around before I ride out."

She scrunched her nose. He chucked her under the chin. There was nothing for her to do all day at the clubhouse except sit around and worry.

"If you're lucky, Jagger will put you to work in the parts shop." He led her to the bathroom.

"Maybe it'll be better if I stay here."

He turned on the shower. "Either the club or the coffee shop."

She had yet to make friends with the other ol' ladies. Most of the time, she hung around Ruger. Katrina was the only one she wanted to befriend, which was happening slowly.

"I don't know," she murmured.

"Think about it while we shower." He pulled the hem of her shirt over her head and moved to the side, letting her enter the tub/shower combo first.

While she wet her hair, he rubbed his finger between her legs in a circle. It was a small shower. Too small for him to get on his knees and put his mouth on her.

She swayed backward. He wrapped his arm around her lower back. The water rolled down her breasts and fell into his palm. He slid his middle finger into her pussy and used the back of his thumb to rub her clit.

Rachel's legs quivered, and she grabbed his shoulders, the task of washing her hair forgotten. He continued to fondle her as he lowered his head and fucked her mouth with his tongue.

The warmth shot through him. His cock pulsed to life. Holding her, controlling her pleasure, made the differences between them obvious.

She was dainty and soft. He was big and hard. Yet, no matter how he touched her. How he fucked her. How he talked to her. She never backed away in fear. She accepted everything about him.

Her pussy spasmed around his finger. His ball sac tightened. There was no way he could take her in the shower. There was no room unless he held her, but he was afraid of hurting her with his size.

She pulled her mouth away. Her knee came up, rubbing along the outside of his thigh. He looked down. She was trying to place her feet on the rim of the tub. Understanding what she wanted to do, he lifted her and held on as she got her balance. There was a little lip to stand on, with the wall on one side and the glass doors on the other.

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