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I loved that shit. Fucking moved me.

I liked this look on her—challenging me, wanting to rip my ribs out and probably spear me with them.

I’d never cared about attitude from my women before, but it was different with Kali. Kalista.

She’d been the one taking care of Connor back then. Claudia too, but Claudia had always been a hellion. I wasn’t surprised by how she’d turned out, and my investigator had warned me, said there was some bad blood between the girls and the mom.

Looking at her now, my gut reacted. I wished, for a second, that she had stayed in New York, that her fuck husband hadn’t been cheating on her since day one. I wished she was happy, and not here, not in front of me, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave her alone.

I was going to ruin her.

She still hadn’t said a word. The door closed behind her, but still nothing.

Her eyes flared as she looked me over.

She’d checked me out in the grocery store, and she was doing it again.

My gut churned. No way in hell I could leave her be, though if I was any sort of man, I would.

But I wasn’t. I hadn’t been that kind of guy since the service. I wasn’t before, and I hadn’t been after. No way I’d be going back. No more fucking sacrifice, unless it was for the club. Only the club mattered.

“Why the fuck are you interrogating half the town about me?”

I grinned. I hadn’t been, but I liked that she thought it was me. “Got your attention.”

She wanted to snap her teeth at me. I knew she did. If she was her sister, she might’ve.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Told you. Taking care of some things for your brother.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“He did us a solid in prison, helped take care of some of our guys. This is what we do.”

“He’s not in your club.”

“He’s my brother all the same.” And there was my gut moving again, because everything I said was true. Connor was my brother.

Fuck.

Fuck!

“I want you guys to leave this town.”

“We’ll leave when we choose to leave.”

She kept on as if I hadn’t said anything. “I want you to leave my mom’s bar.”

“Same answer, woman.”

And again, as if I hadn’t spoken, she added, “And I want your Roadie to stop fucking my sister.”

I grunted. I was right there with her on that one. “We fuck who we want to fuck.”

“And I want you to stop having any correspondence with my brother.”

I started for her. She’d said enough, but when she jumped back, I frowned. I didn’t like that happening. “You know bikers?”

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