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“What about Dustin?” Renee had texted just after we’d left my place to say she was at the clubhouse, so Dustin was the only one we still needed to find.
“I’m pretty sure I know where he is. The fact Silver Hell sent two members to my house just now tells me they didn’t send anyone earlier, so I’d say he’s safe and we have time to look in on your cousin.”
“I thought you were in a hurry to get back to the clubhouse.”
I gripped the steering wheel even tighter. “Fuck, Tatum, do you ever stop questioning shit?” I glanced at her as I asked this and caught the flattening of her lips as she stared at me.
A moment passed, and then she rattled off an address before adding, “Thank you.”
I gave a quick nod and steered the car in the direction of her cousin’s place.
Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up outside a tattoo parlour. I cut the engine and turned to her again. “She works here?”
Reaching for the door handle, she shook her head. “No, she owns it.”
As I followed her inside, I wondered who I was about to meet. If her cousin was anything like Tatum, I’d have my hands full.
* * *
“Monroe, meet Nitro, the pain-in-my-ass biker who likes to boss me around,” Tatum said, gesturing towards me before adding, “Nitro, meet Monroe Lee, my cousin.”
Monroe eyed me warily before asking Tatum, “This is the biker who saved you?”
Tatum nodded.
The wary glint in Monroe’s eyes didn’t leave, and resentment crept into her voice as she said to me, “Why can’t you leave her alone? She’s done nothing to you or your club.”
Before I could reply, Tatum held her hand up. “It’s okay, Roe, he’s actually trying to keep me alive. Silver Hell found out I was there the other night.” Her eyes met mine. “But he does like to issue orders left, right and centre, which is annoying as hell.”
Her cousin didn’t back down and I saw Tatum’s feistiness in her. They looked nothing alike—Monroe had voluptuous curves and huge tits whereas Tatum’s curves were much smaller, and Monroe had flaming red hair in contrast to Tatum’s blonde—but their inner fight seemed the same.
Monroe squared her shoulders and challenged me. “So you’ll keep her alive and then let her out of your sights?”
“I don’t make promises to anyone.”
“Figures,” she muttered, her glare not letting up. I had to respect a woman who stood her ground.
“Why haven’t you been returning my calls and texts this morning?” Tatum asked, diverting her cousin’s attention. “I’ve been worried about you.”
Something passed between the two women and Monroe’s eyes softened. “I’m sorry, I forgot to charge my mobile and I paid the shop’s phone bill late, so they cut me off.”
Tatum let out a long breath and her body visibly relaxed a little. “Thank God.”
Monroe touched her on the arm. “Posey’s okay. She’s out the back with Fox, giving him a haircut.”
Tatum frowned. “Huh?”
“Yeah, who knew your girl was a hairdresser as well as a stripper? We’ve been quiet this morning and got to chatting, and when he found this out, he asked her to cut his hair.” Her gaze zeroed in on Tatum’s face. “How are you? That eye still looks nasty.”
“I’m sore, but I’m okay.”
“That eye’s gonna take a little while to heal and so are her ribs,” I said.
Monroe’s attention swung swiftly back to me. “If it wasn’t for bloody bikers, she wouldn’t be in this mess,” she snapped.
I stepped forward and got in her face. “Careful,” I warned. “Far as I can see, Tatum got herself into that mess.”
Monroe’s eyes flashed with venom and she shoved her face closer to mine, which intrigued me. These Lee women seemed to have no fear. “Because a biker murdered her brother!”
