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is serial brutal with women. He can't have normal sex or relationships unless he's causing someone pain.”
    “You fuck him?” Lariat asks with a laugh.
    I'm out of my seat and fisting his shirt from across the table, hauling him an inch away from my nose. “No, but there's been plenty of sweet butts who have, and they quack like fucking ducks about strange rangers.”
    “Noose,” Vince says.
    I release Lariat. He gives me a sullen look, smoothing out his cut, which got all twisted up with my hold.
    “He's right. Our sweet butts wouldn't go near that club.”
    “They won't go near the club because we don't want their sloppy seconds,” Snare says.
    We all nod. The club whores don't get passed around to other clubs.
    “It's just their word,” Wring says.
    I nod. “Yeah, but why would a sweet butt lie? Most of them just want to be somebody's property eventually.”
    My comment is met by silence. It's the truth. That tends to shut people up.
    “I don't normally give a shit how other clubs get off,” Vince says, and good natured laughing crawls around the room. “And if Chaos has some riders who like shit rough and the bitches are willing—have at it. But”—his eyes catch the anger I level on him—“if there was a girl that was unwilling, say, caught up,”—he does air quotes then lets his fingers drop—“and Diablo fucked up and killed her, and now he's after an innocent.” Vince shrugs. “It's really not our problem. Unless you want to throw down for her, Noose.”
    My heart is beating a hole out of my chest. Hell no. I don't want to throw down for anyone but my brothers.
    I'm all club.
    I don't love, feel, or want.
    Rose's face is etched like an acid burn in my brain.
    Vince steeples his fingers. “Figure this out, Noose. Feel this Rose out. You've gotta be unable to breathe unless she's in the room for what you're asking. She's a dangerous woman to protect.”
    “Jesus, for a pussy?” Lariat asks, snorting.
    “Shut the fuck up, Lariat. Count the goddamned pennies. It's what you're good at,” Snare grates to our treasurer.
    I say nothing. There's no defense for what I’m asking. I don't even know myself. I need to get my shit ironed out.
    Vince indicates my seat.
    I finally sit after the first tirade of my time with Road Kill MC.
    He bangs the gavel. “We meet tomorrow. Noose is going to let us know how it goes with Rose the bank teller. Aunt of a kid that is our number one rival's sergeant-in-arms.”
    No pressure.
    I go.

6
    Rose
     
    Only three days away.
    I pound along the path, feeling the breeze lift the small hairs at the back of my neck.
    It's been three days since Drake threatened me.
    It's been two since I had an ultimate pussy meltdown at the bank with the mystery biker man. I never even got his name. The deposit was in the name of a company.
    I shiver at the memory of our encounter. Part of the shiver is fear. Most of it is fear.
    Drake is dangerous. Biker Man is too. He didn't have to tell me what he was capable of. I could feel it, though I didn't feel like his natural menace was directed at me.
    Dappled sunlight blankets the path like fallen leaves of translucent gold. Faraway voices travel to me.
    I enter the zone. Endorphins kick in, and I lengthen my strides, eating up the familiar path. Blood rushes in my veins, and a light sweat breaks out as I relax my shoulders and concentrate on my stride.
    Greens, browns, and gold are a streaming watercolor in my peripheral vision.
    A movement from my blindspot is a blur of shadowed color. An instant later, I'm tumbling through the air. My arms whip out, trying to arrest my fall, but I only manage to knock the wind out of myself.
    I land on my back, halfway into a slope that leads to the ravines that flank the narrow asphalt path.
    I blink slowly.
    A dense canopy of trees intersect overhead in a dance of wind and light. A small sunbeam strikes me in the left eye, and I turn my head, lungs burning for oxygen.
    Did I trip on a root?
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