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“Bahh.” He waved his free hand dismissively and pulled her toward the bar again. “We just got here. The night is young. Plenty of time to study.”

“I really want—”

His open palm slapped down on the bar. “Tequila shots!” he bellowed before looking back at her with a wicked smile. “I love it when you drink tequila.”

Her cheeks heated with the rest of her. She didn’t want tequila shots. “I want to go home and study. This is important.”

The girl behind the bar, wearing nothing more than a bikini for a top, bounced over with two small glasses of amber drink. “Heeey!” She smiled as she drank him in with ample familiarity before she flicked her gaze to Sparrow. Her smile faltered a moment. “I got something for you.” From inside her tiny top, she pulled a small baggie and flicked it at him.

Sparrow glared at the pair. This was absolutelynothow she wanted to spend her night.

Chapter 30

Jacob

Three hours of riding left Jacob with a clear mind but no closer to an answer. He felt better, though. The rumble of the bike blocked the outside world, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the music in his earbuds.

Metallica. Always Metallica.

She’d done that to him. Whenever he needed to think, he went for a ride and played everything from theS&Mto theBlackalbum. The woman left such an imprint on him and he hadn’t a clue what the fuck to do with that.

Rolling into the lot of the Roughneck Riders clubhouse, withNo Leaf Cloverplaying, he braced himself for the rancid feeling to take over. The reckless dirty club was no place for Sparrow, yet she’d tied herself to it.

Cutting the engine, he pulled off his helmet and rested it on his thigh. After he took out his earbuds, he turned his focus to his sponsor, doing the same. The older biker of the two leaned his forearms on his helmet and rolled his shoulders back as though stretching his back. “We should let Bowie know we’re heading out.”

Jacob nodded while scanning the lot.

“Place is a goddamn circus,” his club brother muttered as he dismounted the bike.

Clenching his teeth, the younger biker spotted the sedan he’d both hoped and feared he would see. “No doubt.”

Shouldn’t she be working at The Spoke? The weekend should be the biggest nights for tips. Plus, if her man was as much of a scumbag as Jacob thought him to be, he’d not want her there on the weekends. Club pussy was the best on weekends.

The destructive aura that surrounded everything involved with this club reached for Jacob and seeped into his skin as he got off his bike. He felt it burrowing into his bones to the point his fingers flexed and curled into fists of their own accord. He followed behind his sponsor and headed toward the clubhouse with the negative juju radiating off the building pulsing through him. Second-guessing himself, he hesitated.

Going inside might be the worst idea on the planet. Jacob didn’t know what he’d do if he saw her withhim. She had no other reason to be there.

The idea of it, of her inhislap, of her smiling athim, holdinghishand, being with anyone but Jacob had his vision tinging red and his teeth threatening to crack from his jaw clenching. He couldn’t go in there. It’d fuck everything up for Odin’s Fury. He’d knock the prospect’s teeth down his damn throat.

A few paces ahead of him, Dash turned. With a curious look, his sponsor regarded Jacob a moment before peering up to the second floor of the cinderblock building. “Don’t see a balcony, Romeo. I don’t think she’s going to be calling out to you.”

THUNK.

“Are you sure?”

“It’s the only thing we can do.”

“Is he still breathing?”

“Get your car.”

The cacophony of voices fighting over one another, shouting demands and orders came rushing out of the clubhouse with the small group of people. Leading them, running toward him, eyes wide like saucers and staring through him—Sparrow.

Unable to move, like his feet had been glued in place, he watched her. Her hair, her breasts, her arms, everything about her bounced with each step. When her arm came toward him, he too reached for her, only to be confused when her left one went to his right, and then shoved.

“Move,” she shouted and knocked him off balance.

Stumbling, he croaked, watching her continue, fumbling for her keys until she got to her car. The fuck? Jerking his head back to the group who’d come out with her, he tried to sort it all out. Her car’s engine turned over as he saw someone carried by two prospects.

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