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He gave me a weird look. “How you mean?”

“She look contemplative about spreading her legs for anyone else here?”

“You.” He paused. “Don’t suppose you’d—”

“No.” Wrong sister. “Give me another name.”

“Uh, she was looking at Stripes earlier today.”

Fucking hell. “Another name.”

“I caught her eyeing Machete the first day we hooked up.” He hitched his pants with a jerk and adjusted his junk. “Didn’t think of it till now. He was eyeing her back.”

Machete was quiet, and he wasn’t known for making the first move on a sweet butt. He liked to stay in the corner and see who came to him. But he didn’t seem too picky about who he sunk his dick into. Roadie was the opposite in almost every way, except the picky part.

I gave a grunt and nodded. “Go get him. Grab your two girls. Put Gloves’ sister in a room, and get that other one out of here. I don’t want her around the club for a month.”

“But—”

“Fucking now, Roadie!”

He shut up real quick and gave me a nod before making a hasty exit. The prospects gave me uneasy looks.

I didn’t usually bark commands or roar like I just had.

I gave orders, and I killed. Those were my two main functions. This was unusual, so them being uneasy made sense. I was uneasy myself, hoping not to do something that’d put the club in a bad spot. But goddammit, my patience was wearing really thin.

Machete came out a moment later, looking for me, and his eyes flickered before he headed my way. Like me, Machete was quiet when he walked anywhere. I didn’t know why, but I could tell there were a lot of haunts inside him. I knew to respect him, and if he shared, we’d be here if he needed us. Till then, we let him be quiet.

“VP.” He was one of the few who addressed me that way in our smaller group.

“We got a problem.”

“Gloves’ sister.”

I gave a nod, short and tight. “You guessing where I’m going?”

“You’d have to be deaf, blind, and in a whole other building not to know what’s going down in there. Roadie fucked up.”

“Right.”

He gave me a knowing look, but there was something else there I couldn’t quite decipher. Anticipation? I wasn’t sure. Wasn’t sure I wanted to know either.

“She’d be open to me,” he said after a moment.

“You’d do that?”

“For you.”

“The club?”

“For you.” He glanced back at The Bonfire. “In my forties. Not a bad time to take a woman.”

I cursed under my breath. “You think you can handle her?”

He flashed me a smile, and I was struck dumb for a beat. Machete didn’t like to smile, but when he did, everyone smiled with him. He gave a nod. “I can handle her just fine.”

The front door shoved open and someone screeched. The other girl, I assumed, huffed her way out, jerking her shirt to cover her stomach as she did. One of the prospects walked her to his bike.

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