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something?”
    I feel the urge to smirk but don’t. “Sure.”
    “Why don’t you kiss me or touch me?”
    I’m not going to lie and say I’m taken off guard by her question because I’m not. I’ve been sexual with Bella once, and my brother was there. He has to be.
    “Because you’re my brother’s girl,” I answer.
    Her brows scrunch together like she’s thinking really hard. “But we’ve been together.”
    “Once … with Buzz there.” If I’ve learned anything over the past few days about this woman, it’s that she’s stubborn as hell. “Because I don’t fuck women by myself.”
    That’s the first time I’ve ever told anyone that little tidbit. She’s so damn easy to talk to, and granted, I don’t talk all that much, but she takes the edge off.
    She sits up on the couch. “What do you mean?”
    I can’t give her more. That bit of information was a huge step for me. She doesn’t know it, but my past is too fucked up to tarnish her head with.
    I squeeze her bare leg gently. “Exactly what I said. I don’t have sex with a woman unless my brother is there.”
    “But why?” she challenges.
    “Babe, that’s as much as you get.” I give her a stern look. “Either we sit here and watch the movie, or I’m out.”
    She must see it in my eyes, because she lies back down, puts her feet back on me, and we watch while the Ocean’s Eleven team takes out a casino.
    I move to Pops’ door and knock twice.
    “In,” he calls, and I step through the door, seeing Pops’ hair is disheveled every which way like he’s run his hands through it a hundred times, no doubt feeling all this shit on his shoulders. “Whatcha need?” he asks, plopping down in his desk chair.
    “Talked to Buzz. He thinks we should do a sweep of the property.”
    Pops sits up at this and puts his elbows on the desk, looking at me intently while I explain what Buzz said earlier. Then he wipes his hands over his face with a growl.
    “Do it. Check fucking everything.”
    I nod. He’s got too much shit going on in his head, and no way am I adding to it. I leave and get to work.

     
     

 
    The door clicks behind Breaker, and the lead weight that is on my shoulders pushes me down on the spot. Who would have thought all this shit would come back to bite me in the ass?
    Work I should have done over thirty years ago has come back to haunt me, haunt my brothers, my children, my grandchildren, my wife. That motherfucker.
    We discussed this shit several times, and I thought it was over and done with. I should have known better. I should have known he wouldn’t let me taking Charlotte go. And we integrated him into our lives. We’ve done runs for him, and he’s paid us without question. He pretty much snowballed me, and I’m fucking pissed I let it happen. Tink, motherfucking Tink. I hate that name. Fucking hate it.
    Growing up, I knew when I turned eighteen I would be a member of the Ravage MC. It’s in my blood, and I fucking love it.
    The pussy is plentiful, and I have my brother’s backs. It isn’t easy, that’s for damn sure. Being the president’s son puts a fucking target on my back, and not a good one. I proved I was worthy of the rag I wear today. I did all the shit jobs without complaint. Hell, I did anything I was told without thought. I’ve been wearing this leather for four years now, and the only way the rag comes off is if it’s pried off my cold, dead body.
    I follow behind the brothers as we pull into the large motorcycle rally. “ Welcome Bikers, ” it says on the huge banner . Striker, my father and president, likes to bring us to a couple of these a year. One, it’s good business to meet new people and expand our income. And two, we can do runs, and it looks perfectly normal.
    We greet the men we see as we move through the crowds.
    “Well, lookie here,” a deep voice comes from the side of us, and we turn. “The Ravage boys came.”
    Striker’s face is unmoving as he walks up to the man. “Ransom,