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it off, and buckled her seat belt, glad he had opted for a car and not a bike. She hadn’t rode a bike in a long time but the idea of having to hold on wasn’t appealing. The ride home was almost impossible to stay awake. Her last little bit of self survival kept her alert enough to know he wasn’t taking her to the desert to kill her, but there was no doubt she would be out the second her head hit the pillow. The car stopped and she thanked him, glad to see her car pull up in the driveway behind her. It took all of a minute for her to get inside and go straight to the bed. The hot wicked dreams of Tonto and Sandman started before her eyes closed, sending her into a restless night of longing and lust.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Saturday night had been disappointing to say the least. Rose had worked the fights and earned another huge chunk of cash in tips but instead of being ecstatic that things were looking up financially, she was disappointed. The whole night she had hoped either Tonto or Sandman would make an appearance but neither did.
    She had made friends with all of the girls, which was nice, and totally new territory. It had been years since she had other women to hang out with besides her sisters, and it had been enjoyable. With work and taking care of her siblings, her social life had been shoved out the window. They all seemed to accept her openly, which defied all of the things she had thought about the MC life. They were just regular women…who happened to be open about sex. Most had no intention to snag their very own bad boy to try to civilize. And best of all, Krista hadn’t shown the entire night.
    The next morning, she had put in their order with Gerald holding high hopes they would still show and weren’t avoiding her. It was silly to think they had given her a second thought after their little run-in, but deep inside she half hoped she had crossed their minds at least. She damn sure couldn’t get them off hers. Everywhere she looked, her heart jumped at every Native American with similar build until they turned around only to disappoint. As pathetic as it was, she glanced at the clock once more, noting that in less than two minutes they should be arriving. She smoothed her clothing and pinched her cheeks, checking her reflection in the glass pie cabinet when the door chimed.
    Five Savages strolled in, consuming the room. Tonto and Sandman scanned the area, both stopping their gaze on her with such heat her knees threatened to give under her. They deliberately stared her down, taking their time before turning to walk to their usual table. Rose couldn’t help but sigh. Neither smiled or showed her any hint of emotion, but under their cold hard stare, she felt it. Somehow her imagination ran with that snippet of information, turning what could have been them checking to see if she made it to work on time into a show of affection. Pathetic. Get it together, Rose. They are here for breakfast, not you. She reached up, grabbed the coffee pot, and bolted toward them, nearly sloshing the hot liquid down her front. Thankfully no one had seen her trip over her own feet.
    When she arrived at their table and proceeded to pour their coffee, all eyes turned on her. Tonto, Sandman, Chief, Tonka, and Yo Neg all accepted the hot liquid with a nod. She fought to find her voice, and cleared her throat hoping she sounded casual. “Good morning. Can I get you anything else while I grab your orders?”
    Tonto smiled to himself, picturing her served up on a platter spread eagle in the middle of their table. He watched her fidget, holding her head tall and her shoulders squared. For such a delicate thing, she was tough as nails. Even standing on stage in front of five leather clad, tattooed, gnarly bikers, she didn’t fold. “Nothing from the kitchen…” He let his eyes wander up and down her body, lingering at the hem of her skirt and tracing up to stop where her nipples hardened behind the thin material.
    Rose felt her