She leaves everything in the car but her purse as she flies into the clubhouse and I’m hot on her trails. It’s about to get ugly.

“He f**king cheated on me daddy! All because he was lonely from me being on lockdown all the time,” she screams.

“Don’t f**king curse at me, Tatiana,” ZZ yells back.

“Don’t curse? Do you see what I’ve grown up around.” She whisks her hand around the club. “He cheated daddy, so you don’t have to worry about me screwing anymore guys in the backseat of cars anytime soon. I gotta heal my broken heart and all,” she yells. “Oh, and I’m not going away for school. I’m staying here and attending the nursing college. Eat that dear ol’ daddy.” She crosses her arms and ZZ’s face turns bright red with anger.

“The f**k if you are. Tatiana, I want you away from all this shit!”

Oh boy!

“You want me away from my family? Dad, I’m staying.” She flops down on the couch. “Who in the hell is that?” she whispers.

And of course, my attention is reverted to what she’s talking about. And there with Braxxon is a guy around my age, maybe a little younger, with a Breakneck cut on.

“He’s from another Chapter; he transferred. He didn’t wanna go nomad, so the club voted to take him. Why the hell am I explaining myself to you?” ZZ shakes his head in disbelief.

The new guy is pretty hot. Hot isn’t a good enough word. Sexy is more like it. The man looks like a sexy dark demon from hell. Coal black hair, bright blue eyes, and taunt muscles show through his shirt underneath his cut and he just so happens to be tall.

“Daddy, name please,” she whines.

“Shadow. Jesus, you give me whiplash child.”

Tatiana winks at me, which in girl code means I’ll be just fine now. And all I can think about is what will happen to hot Shadow if he falls for ZZ’s daughter. I almost get lost in my thoughts as Braxxon walks Shadow over to us.

“Angel, Tatiana, this is Shadow. Shadow, that’s Angel.” He points to me. “That’s ZZ’s daughter, Tatiana.” He points to her, and when Shadow’s gaze meets hers, I swear the girl blushes rose red.

“Nice to meet ya, ladies,” he drawls and I almost melt in my panties. This man is from the Deep South.

“Uh… yeah nice to meet you too.” Tatiana’s words tumble out.

“So another new member huh?” I smirk at Braxxon.

“Well yeah baby. I gotta get a few more transfers because the prospects aren’t shaping up fast enough and with all this other shit…” He trails off because of Tatiana listening.

“Fuck this; I’m going to the basement.” She gets up stomps off.

“What’s her problem?” Braxxon asks.

“Well while we were out shopping, she caught Haden cheating on her, and his excuse was the club always has her on lockdown.”

“That son of a bitch,” Braxxon growls.

“Mmm…,” I say as I eye Shadow up and down.

“Don’t even think about it, Angel,” Braxxon warns before looking at Shadow. “She’s mine. If she so much as looks at you, you better f**king tell me.”

What the hell?

“Prez,” he says curtly as if in agreement.

“Really… I can’t even look now.” I fake whine with a smile. “Braxxon, you’re killing me, baby. Just killing me.”

“I gotta show Shadow around a little more. He’s never been to the MC before. I’ll see ya later, Angel.” He kisses me on the forehead, his lips lingering a little longer than they should. I suspect it’s for appearances because Shadow is around my age. “Oh and Lana wants you in the slam room.”

“Thanks,” I say as I walk towards the room.

It’ll be good to talk with her because she’s been too busy taking care of the poor little Pyro day in and day out. I knock, and she yells come in.

“Hey bitch,” I say, shutting the door behind me and jumping on the bed. “What’s up?”

“I was thinking, and I want to run something important by you.”

“Okay let’s hear it,” I say all ears.

23

After I get Shadow situated into his apartment and get the prospects to carry in his shit, I go looking for Angel. I thought maybe she would still be in the slam room with Lana, but they’re both sitting at the bar instead.

I walk up behind her, wrap my arms around her neck, and nuzzle her hair. She always smells so delectable, f**king delicious.

“Hey babe,” she coos.

“What’s up, Angel?” I unwrap my arms and walk behind the bar so I can see Lana and Angel at the same time.

“So, Lana came up with an idea that I’m in love with, but this is your county, so I thought we would run it by you first.”

Fuck me!

“And…,” I trail on as I pour us some shots.

“We wanna start a strip joint here, but not a dirty one, a classy one,” Angel says nervously.

I’m stoked with this idea. That means Angel has to start building a life closer to me. I smirk and take my shot.

“I’m sure the brothers would be cool. I’ll have them vote on it in chapel later.”

“Really? That easy?” Lana asks in shock.

“Well yeah. You both are exotic dancers, and if you own the place, you both might not dance as much right?”

Please? I pray.