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his left eye. She sat down to put the socks on. They were terribly big and colored the type of gray that once was white.
    “ Val, escort Boss’s daughter outside the compound.”
    “No!” Meggie said. “C-can’t I stay here until--?”
    “No,” he barked.
    She set her jaw and raised her chin. “My daddy won’t be too happy when he finds out you made me go.”
    “Ain’t as if I give a fuck, but I appreciate your concern. Don’t worry, babe, I know just how to handle Boss.”
    The man named Val snickered but the other man’s warning look shut him up. She realized she didn’t even know his name.
    “I can’t go back out there. Please? I won’t be any trouble. I promise to behave until my daddy gets back. I’ll even tell him how nice you were to me.”
    The more she spoke, the angrier the man seemed to get. He signaled to Val, who grabbed her arm and started dragging her out the office.
    Tears rushed to Meggie’s eyes. “Please,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder at the other man.
    In response, he slammed the door shut, smashing the last of her hope that he might soften toward her and allow her to stay within the safety of the club.

Chapter 4
    The next morning, Outlaw scowled at Rack as they sat at the table in the meeting room. “I don’ t ever want no little bitch comin’ in my club tellin’ me my boys went after her for five fuckin’ dollars,” he snarled.
    He couldn’t get the girl’s fascination with his dick out of his head. She should’ve had virgin pussy stamped somewhere on her. She was that fucking innocent. A fool could see she was fucking trouble. Not only as Boss’s daughter—and Outlaw had killed the fucker—but because the thought of deflowering her appealed to him. He knew whores and he knew innocents. Her big, blue eyes had been completely taken with his cock and not because it was large . No. A chastity belt clamped on her ass wouldn’t have proclaimed her inexperience as loudly as her expressions had.
    Virgin or not, though, s he was a feisty little thing. Determined to have him listen to her, she’d touched him even when he’d ordered her not to. Her conversation in his office had been engaging and lively. Every now and then, her eyes sparkled and snapped, fascinating him. Her eyes were so much like Boss’s and Snake’s, hinting at the little hellcat hiding within the frightened girl.
    But she’d left Seattle because her s tepfather lived there. Outlaw didn’t like the unspoken words. The things she hadn’t said must’ve been bad as a motherfucker for her to have sought out Boss for help.
    Outlaw fucking wanted her. He wanted inside of her. He tried to drum up disgust at the thought but couldn’t. He couldn’t blame her because her father had turned into a murdering, lying, drugged-up dickhead. He doubted she was even aware of what the man had become.
    “I can’t allow nobody to get away with lifting my shit. I don’t fucking care if it’s a penny—“
    “You heard me, Rack. When she told you she was Boss’ s kid that shoulda ended it. You shoulda put her on the back of your fuckin’ bike, bought her whatever the fuck she needed and been done with it.”
    “Oh yeah?” Rack snapped, planting his forearms on the table and leaning forward. “You’re so concerned with Big Joe’s daughter when you stopped being concerned about him months ago?”
    Outlaw looked at Mortician, who shrugged. His dreads were queued and the skull ring on his dark brown fingers reminded Outlaw of how the man had earned his patch. He’d rewarded himself after being patched in and he’d earned his patch by helping Outlaw bury a motherfucker alive.
    If anything pussified Outlaw , it was that shit. He’d never forget the horror frozen on the dude’s post-mortem face when they’d dug him up. It had taken him months to sleep in the fucking dark again. That had been some intense and fucked up shit. He swallowed. After all these years, he wanted to hurl. Other kills had been