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“You know.”
Avery laughed. “No, explain it to me.”
“You’re always all over each other. I mean, touching. Affectionate. It’s not just about sex. It’s fucking weird to see you like that. And Sonny most of all.”
“Lucky for you it ain’t catching.”
“Thank fuck for that.”
As they crossed the road, Dante pulled out his phone and tapped out a quick text to Sage to let her know they were on their way.
Five minutes later, Dante and Avery were knocking on her front door.
Sage opened it and waved them in, stepping aside. “Come on in. I’ve got everything upstairs.”
Dante noticed every single detail about Sage as she walked past him. The way her long, shiny hair swung over her shoulder, the way her full breasts bounced under her sweater. She not only looked delicious, but she smelled it too, like…apples and vanilla.
Natural, earthy, warm.
Fuuuck.
She led them up a flight of stairs which didn’t help matters. Her lush ass was right in Dante’s face, her butt cheeks swaying back and forth. He wanted to reach out and grab that round ass with both hands, fuck, he wanted to dive his face in and eat her out. Would she moan or was she a screamer? Dante liked a vocal woman in bed.
Sage suddenly paused near the top step and turned her head.
Busted.
Her hazel eyes widened at first, and then she looked amused.
Instead of looking away, Dante let her see his desire. He was never shy when it came to women, and he wasn’t about to start now. So he wanted to fuck her? Big deal. He wanted to fuck lots of women. Well, not so much lately. This woman kept popping into his mind and teasing his dick way too often. He didn’t like that at all.
And Dante prayed he wouldn’t pop a boner while Avery was around. She’d never let him hear the end of it.
Sage looked away first, shaking her head, and kept walking.
The old wooden steps creaked under their footsteps, filling the silence.
Dante had to admit, the house was nice, homey. Painted in pale green with white trim, there were old windows and antique doorknobs, but everything was sparkling clean. Unlike the state of some of the members’ cottages. Bikers weren’t known for keeping a clean house. If it weren’t for Rochelle, the compound would probably be uninhabitable.
Dante and Avery reached the landing. Sage motioned for them to enter into the first room on the right.
Dante stepped inside and stopped short. He’d seen rooms like this before.
War rooms.
Sage wasn’t fucking around. It looked like a well-organized investigation was underway.
His respect grew and so too did his wariness.
Just who the fuck was this woman?
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SAGE
It went against every one of Sage’s instincts to open this room for others to see.
Months and months of research, hacking, and digging had brought her here. The walls were filled with pictures and notes, and a timeline that Sage had painstakingly put together. She was pretty sure at this point that she knew more about her sister’s case than the police ever would.
