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There was nothing he loved more than his club besides pussy and gambling.
I’ll make the cut.
I’ll make him proud.
Whoever this chick is, I’ll find her and shut this shit down.
“Why do you want to know about Stella?” Bianca asks, as she hands me a beer. Scary as she is, Sandman’s woman is gorgeous. Dark curly hair, tan skin. She flutters around like a little pixie in her purple velvet dress and black fishnets. I can see the appeal.
I stare at my beer, hoping like hell Sandman’s spicy little witch didn’t poison me or some shit. I’ve never been superstitious, but I’ve heard enough tales of her abilities to be cautious. She has special skills when it comes to locating people of interest. She doesn’t like getting involved in club business after the last chick was found dead in a dumpster. I get the hesitation, but I’m not a murderer. “Look, she’s been making some accusations against the club, and I want to talk to her. Set the record straight. One conversation is all I’m asking for.”
“Talk to her or scare her?” She tucks a stand of her dark, wavy hair behind her ear as she snuggles into her man’s side.
“You know the deal, kitten. Pretty boy here needs to earn his keep. He’s gotta prove himself to Prez.”
“Sorry, not interested. I know what happens to enemies of the club.”
“It’s not like that. I’m trying to protect her.”
“Why?”
“No one wants to see another woman turn up dead in this town. Especially one so vocal about the club. We get enough shit as it is.”
“Is she in danger?”
“I can’t be sure, but her talking about drugs, crime, and the club isn’t going to do her any favors.”
“Even if I wanted to help you, I can’t. She pops by the shop sometimes. We aren’t close friends.”
“You sponsored her podcast.”
“I gave her some lip balm and some cash to plug the store. That’s it.”
I take a hard pull from my beer. Bianca’s cat rubs against my calves, smacking me with her tail.
Bianca watches her cat as I scratch the fur ball behind the ears. “Binx likes you.” She studies the two of us a beat longer before coming to some conclusion as her furrowed brows relax. “You can find her channel on YouTube. Lipstick and Bloodstains. She has a murder club. They meet once a month at the library or something. She’s not hard to find if you actually put in the effort to look.”
“Murder club?”
Bianca rolls her eyes. “They discuss old crimes or something. It’s not really my thing. I thought you listened to her podcast?”
I’m not telling her that I was distracted by the sound of this chick’s voice. All sultry and sexy. Like a damn phone sex operator from back in the day.
“I did. Appreciate the help.”
“If anything happens to her, I’ll personally hold you responsible.”
“Noted.” I sit my beer on the counter, resisting the urge to protect my dick, and get the hell out of her sight before she changes her mind about cursing my dick.
Chapter Three
“Happy Birthday, Shiloh.” Closing my eyes, I blow out the candles on my dead sister’s cake, making a wish that will never come true. We can’t raise the dead. She’d be the dirty thirty today. Instead, she’s eternally twenty-nine. Forever young. There will be no party or fun photo shoot of her mourning the end of her twenties and celebrating entering a new era of life. Months have passed without her smile or the obnoxious sound of her loud laugh that could pass as a perfect impression of a hyena.
God, I miss her. She deserved better than she got. Shiloh was wild and crazy. Took chances that usually wound up with my needing to bail her out of a sketchy situation. Until she made a fatal decision that ended her life.
How morbid people must think I am to go through the motions of buying a cake and treating this day as though she can feel my love in Heaven or wherever she may be. I refuse to let her be forgotten. Despite what people think, I know my sister didn’t take her own life by overdosing. She was murdered.
I know that the Royal Bastards MC had something to do with her brutal end. Overdosed and drowned in a bathtub in a mansion owned by the club. Accidental? I don’t believe it for one second. My sister may have been wild, but she wasn’t that stupid. She loved life. More than anyone I know.
