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wonder what he’ll think if I just shoot him,” Eva said.
    “Does he know you own a gun?”
    “Nope, I doubt he’ll treat me any better. So, what brings you here tonight?” Eva pushed her into the nearest chair. The woman was only a couple of years older than she was, but Tate had bonded to the woman the moment she walked through the door.
    Given half the chance, Eva would be an amazing mother.
    “I’m going to Vegas with a girl from work. I was hoping you’d come with us.”
    Eva stared at her. “Tiny doesn’t know about this?”
    “No.”
    “You’re not going to invite Angel?” Eva asked.
    “No, I don’t want anyone to know.”
    A glass of juice was placed in front of her as Eva stared at her. The other woman was beautiful. Her hair was dark and glossy, and she had the bluest eyes Tate had ever seen. “You want me to lie to your father?”
    “Yesterday I caught him fucking one of the sweet-butts in his office.”
    Her words hurt. Eva flinched away, turning toward the stove. There was nothing for the other woman to do. “What he does is his own business.”
    “You’re in love with him , and you’re not going to fight for your man.”
    “Tiny is not mine. I’m your nanny. Nothing else.”
    “Good, then come to Vegas with me. Get away from all this shit.”
    “Language, Tate.”
    “Come with me.”
    “Are you doing this to upset your father? To get back at him over the Murphy thing?”
    “No, I’m doing this to get away from everything else.”
    Eva stared at her, clearly considering the options. “Fine, I’ll come with you.”
    Great, a weekend away with no club members and only the girls. Tate couldn’t wait for the fun to begin.

Chapter Three
     
    Murphy glanced around the abandoned warehouse as the rest of The Lions considered what they were going to do. There were so many pictures of The Skulls that he’d lost count. Pictures of Tiny, Lash, and Nash along with the rest of the club. There were also several picture of Tate. The ones of his girl caught his eye. They must have been taken recently because she looked ill. He knew how she felt as he felt the same whenever he was away from her.
    Suddenly the image changed , and he was standing in Tiny’s house staring at a scared Tate. A shot rang out, and then only he and Tate stood. One single shot to the stomach, and she looked at him with tears running down her eyes.
    “You broke your promise, Dillon.”
    Gasping for breath Murphy shot awake in bed. The dreams were always the same and always a pain in the ass. Tate was always hurt, and he was always the failure. He hated the dreams more than anything else. Tate hadn’t been shot. Eva, Angel, Steven, and Blaine had been shot. She was okay, and nothing was going to happen to her.
    Flinging the blanket off his body, he padded into his bathroom to freshen up. After doing his business down the toilet, he washed his hands and began to brush his teeth. He rubbed his abdomen where he’d gotten his recent tattoo. Glancing down, he saw it was healing nicely, and he wasn’t too concerned. The fancy writing across his abdomen, above his cock, was Tate. He’d gotten her name inked the moment his shit with The Lions was over. Murphy couldn’t risk inking his body when he was part of the other club. They’d ask too many questions.
    When he finished his shower, he headed down to the kitchen where the scents of burning food met him. Lash wouldn’t let Angel cook. With Eva not allowed to visit the club and Tate gone, the food was being ruined by the sweet-butts. He couldn’t stomach the smell, let alone the taste and settled on cereal.
    Rose and Hardy were at the table talking. Angel was eating cereal and sat on Lash’s lap while Nash grumbled about something. Tiny sat at the head, eating toast and flicking through the day’s paper. Murphy stayed silent as Killer joined him. Whizz and Time followed suit leaving the women to murder food.
    “I don’t like Fern,” Killer said.
    “She’s a bitch