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Reaper looked at Chaos and growled. Ghost and I placed our hands on his shoulders to keep him seated. Our president was about to lose his shit. We got it. We really did but there was no need for bloodshed.

Looking at Phantom, I asked, “How goes the search?”

“Slow. Your sister wasn’t much of a talker, was she?”

“Nope. Unless she was pissed, then you would pray for her to shut the hell up but she did love writing. She used to write to people all the time. She even had a pen pal when she was a kid.”

“Did she keep an address book?”

I just stared blankly at Phantom.

“Right. She memorized everything.”

The four of us sat at the bar nursing whatever drink we had before us, still no closer to any answers. I knew it was going to take a miracle to find what Kitty hid if she even hid anything. My gut was telling me that she did. I knew my sister. She wouldn’t leave the club defenseless, regardless of what she thought. There were still people alive that I know she cared about. I was one of them. I just didn’t know what she would have done with the information.

I had just finished my club soda when I felt a hand move across my back. Slightly turning, I cringed when I saw who it was.

Fucking Darla.

The woman refused to quit.

“Not tonight, Darla.”

Squeezing herself between me and Phantom, she pressed her fake double D tits against my side and whined, “But I’m horny Savage. Come play with my pussy for a bit. I can make you feel real good.”

“Thanks for the offer but I’m not in the mood.”

Refusing to take the hint, I flinched when I felt her hand slide up my thigh before resting on my crotch. Grabbing her hand, I turned to face her and wondered what it was I ever saw in this woman. She was fake from head to toe. Not a damn thing on her was real. Bleached hair, Botox for lips, fake boobs and I was almost positive she had butt implants. The woman barely wore any clothes and the perfume she wore, made my nose hairs burn.

She wasn’t a pretty woman at all.

She winced when my grip tightened, “I said no.”

Her eyes narrowed and I knew the next thing to come out of her mouth was going to be vile. Darla didn’t like being told no. A couple of the brothers had problems with her in the past. So much so they even warned me about her but at the time I didn’t give a shit. She had a vacuum cleaner for a mouth that could suck for days. ow I was wishing I listened to them.

“Who the fuck you gonna get to suck your dick, Savage? That whore nurse? She ain’t got what you need. I do. I can make you feel good.”

“Oh shit,” I heard Ghost mutter, as Phantom slowly got up from her seat, taking a few steps back.

Before the slut could blink, I had my hand around her neck, her back pressed hard against the bar. “If I ever hear her name across your fake lips again, I will kill you. You are nothing but a slut. A club whore to use. You will never be as good as her. Now, get the fuck away from me.” I sneered, before throwing her ass to the ground.

Taking my seat again, I sat as Chaos placed another club soda before me. I could hear Darla crying as she got to her feet. But instead of leaving like I asked her too, she ran towards someone as she yelled, “You fucking bitch! He was mine.”

I turned just as Darla slapped Jess across the face.

The music stopped.

Brothers got to their feet.

I however, watched shocked as Jess stood her ground and before Darla could say anything else, Jess hauled off and punched the bitch in the face. “I’m nobody’s bitch.”

“You cunt!” Darla screeched, as she rolled onto her knees before standing back up. Blood dripping from her nose. Sniffing as she wiped the blood away with the back of her hand, Darla growled, “I’m going to kill you!”

I moved quickly as Darla tried unsuccessfully to attack Jess but I should have known that Jess could take care of herself. Because by the time I reached them, I had to pull Jess off Darla, as my feisty nurse pummeled Darla’s fake ass.

“Jess, enough,” I shouted, hauling her against me.

Coughing, Darla rolled onto her side and looked up at us. “You think you are better than me. You’re not. You’re just a club whore, like your mother…you bitch.”


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