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hairstyle, kind of a messy fauxhawk. He wears cocky arrogance all over his perfect features. His plump lips would no doubt be amazingly soft if they were to touch my body. That won’t ever happen, but I can fantasize. It’s the only safe option with him, as this guy screams bad boy.

“Oh, yeah? What brings you in tonight?” I check the flirty older guy’s breast patch. Apparently, his name is Whiskey. Somehow it seems to fit, and I don’t even know him. “You looking to party? We can make that happen. Drop the guy with the stick up his ass and call up a few friends.”

I ignore the dig at my security and go for sweet. “I like your name, Whiskey,” I compliment, and he flashes me teeth, pleased with my praise. I use that as my in to find out what I really want to know. “Actually, I’m already here looking for a friend of mine. Maybe you guys know her?”

“What’s her name, baby?” Plague rumbles, drawing my eyes back to him. His irises are the color of melted dark chocolate. He has short black hair and tattoos peeking out everywhere—some even dot his face in various spots.

“Well, she’s even crazier than I am. Uh, she kind of looks like me…her name is Madison.”

The biker in the middle sits up, his back jolting straight and shoots a dark look at Whiskey. His tense response garners my attention. It’s like a red flag and has me hoping she’s not been hurt by them or anyone else.

I glance to his breast patch again, making sure I got his name right the first time before I ask outright, “Do you know her?” I meet Blow’s hard glare straight on. My sister’s whereabouts are too important to me to be intimidated by this biker.

He stares up at me for a beat before eventually growling. “I may know someone who does… Depends though, who the fuck are you?”

“Alice Compton, her sister.”

Chapter 5

Doubting yourself is normal.

Letting it stop you is a choice.

- Mel Robbins

Found the bitch sniffing around again. She’s here. Right now.

I read the text from Blow three times before it clicks. He’s talking about the woman from before. Alice, something or other. I can’t remember the last name I wrote down, but her first has stuck with me.

Bring her to me. I text back, not giving a fuck if they have to knock her unconscious to get her here. I want to see this woman for myself and find out why she’s so desperately searching for her sister. I’d understand if the chick was underage, but she’s midtwenties, plenty grown to make her own damn decisions.

Whiskey texts me next. Alice is at BJ’s again.

I know. Blow hit me up. Bring her to me.

He replies while Blow leaves me hanging. She’s got a man on her. Looks like a date, but I’d bet it’s security.

Bring the fucker along. I’ll slit his throat myself if he attempts to step in.

Bet. His name shows up once more with the response, and I shove the phone back in my cut. I had our cuts special made, so we have inside pockets in all of them at our breast. It’s an excellent spot to keep a bulletproof plate—or drugs—depending on where you’re at. Most of us hold our license and cash in it, so we don’t have to worry about bitches trying to be sneaky and jack us while we’re getting fucked up.

I’m curious to meet this bitch and see what she’s all about. Not often does a chick have the guts to go poking around strip clubs and talking to some rowdy looking bikers. It makes me believe she’s got some balls on her, and that piques my curiosity. The brothers haven’t exactly been forthcoming, so I need to check her out for myself.

I haven’t had some good pussy since I was up north, stopping in on Gamble, so I’m sure that’s fucking with my head as well. Gamble was patched as prez while visiting New Orleans, and once I caught word of her club giving her shit, I hit the road. That bitch went through a lot to have to deal with some mouthy motherfuckers pissed off that she has a pussy and the patch. I helped get them in line with her buddy Ghost while hitting some club whore gash and popped smoke back to Texas once I knew she’d be straight.

Maddy’s been the only bitch around much since then, and I’ve only allowed her