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“It says, ‘property of Ghost, Black Hearts MC 1%’,” he reads out, shrugging.

“That means I’m his, and it also means that this club is an outlaw club. They are words you may understand a little better.” She whirls around and yanks Ghost’s blade free that he always keeps on him and holds it to the guy’s throat. She grips his shirt in her other hand to keep him close, and presses the cold metal against the flesh of his neck. He swallows nervously, his eyes going wide.

“You’re like real?” he whispers.

“Oh, we are very real. We have enemies, and do you know what we do to them? We kill them, and right now we are all feeling upset and emotional because one of us was killed, andyou come in thinking what a great fucking idea it would be to improve your acting skills?!”

“I’m, I, er... I’m sorry,” he whimpers.

Star lets out a malicious chuckle. “No need to rush off. We can help you with more method acting. You ever met a god?” she asks him. He shakes his head no. “Rage, stand up and introduce him to your god,” Star yells over her shoulder. Rage reaches behind his back and pulls out a fucking machete.

“Here he is, Star,” Rage says, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The guy goes pale.

“I’m guessing you’ve never been fucked by a god,” Star threatens. “Now be a good little bitch and bend over, I will show you,” Star threatens.

“Fuck, you’ve got me so fucking hard right now, darlin’,” Ghost growls. Star gives Ghost a flirtatious wink.

“Okay, okay!” Queenie gets to her feet. “Father or David, whatever your name is, I think it’s time you left. I would say thank you for your services, but let’s face it, they were pretty shit, and well you’ve managed to piss off everyone here,” Queenie interjects before she guides the shaken guy to his car. She opens the door for him.

“She, she is the devil!” he cries in a shaky voice.

Queenie nods. “You may be right, but she’s ours, and we love her,” Queenie states proudly with a fake smile. She gives the guy a shove into his car and slams the door shut before coming back to the service.

Ghost cradles Star in his arms. “I’m so sorry,” she mutters in apology. “I didn’t know he was a fucking actor. It’s just god, that guy was a douche!” Star sighs. Ghost strokes his hand up and down her back.

“Darlin’, if you hadn’t dealt with him, one of us would have,” Hawk assures her.

“Not me,” Rage argues. We all look at him in surprise. “I wouldn’t have talked to him. I would have gut him,” he adds as he casually twists his machete in his hand.

“I thought we discussed leaving weapons at home today,” Dixie sighs.

Rage looks at her before he leans down and takes hold of her chin. “A brother is lying in that casket. The guy is out there, and there is no way I will not be carrying a weapon or multiple weapons on me. I have to protect what is mine,” he states in a low growl. Dixie’s cheeks heat, and she gives him a small smile and a nod.

A few brothers let out a laugh, and I smile to myself. “Can’t even have a funeral without the drama,” Tiny mutters beside me.

I turn and look at him and see a smile playing at his lips. Slapping my hand on his shoulder, I give it a firm squeeze. “As far as dysfunctional families go, you ain’t going to get more dysfunctional than this,” I remind him.

CHAPTER THREE

HAP

In the end,we managed to give Bambi a funeral. We all sat around the fire pit talking about our memories of him and raising toasts to him. It was now three days later, and things around the club still didn’t feel right. We were trying to act normal, but with the searches for Eugene coming up empty, it kept that dark cloud over us. I don’t think any of us will be able to move on until we find him.

Needing to get out of the club for some space, I decide to go for a ride. After riding for around an hour, I eventually turn and park up outside a bar. It looks shitty from the outside, but it’s quiet and exactly what I’m looking for.

I walk in and pull out a stool at the bar and take a seat. Raising my hand, I signal to the barman, who immediately comes across. “Whiskey, whatever you got, and keep them coming,” I tell him as I slide a wad of notes across the bar. He snatches them up and nods before he places down a tumbler and pours. There’s no small talk and no friendly welcomes. Just silence. Exactly what I want.

I sit there taking my time, enjoying the burn of the whiskey when I hear the stool beside me being pulled out. No clue who it is, as I don’t bother looking up.

“Vodka on ice and keep them coming,” a soft velvet voice demands. That catches my attention. I chance a side glance, and my eyes quickly sweep her up and down. She doesn’t look like the normal clientele for this place. She’s dressed in a tight black knee-length skirt and an off-white blouse that I notice is just slightly see-through enough to see the outline of her lace bra underneath. Her warm honey-coloured hair is pinned up, sharpening her cheekbones, and then there are her designer stiletto heels that turn the outfit from a hot librarian to a sexy and powerful woman.

“You know if you continue to stare at me like that, I will do you for sexual misconduct,” she snipes, not even bothering to look my way.

A smirk plays on my lips. “I can’t help where my eyes land. I haven’t said anything inappropriate. Yet.”

That gets her attention. She turns towards mine, taking a sip of her drink, causing the ice to clink in her glass. Her face flickers with surprise before she quickly hides it, her eyes lazily sweeping over me. A spark lights in them, telling me that she likes what she sees.

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