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call the girls who—”
     
    “Who are groupies. I get it. My dad brought home lots of those girls when he was alive. I’m sure my mom was one too when she was my age.” I stop myself. I hate talking about my father. He was a Tommygun when I was a kid, but then he moved to the Aztecs when they combined the groups. He was already a legend in the MC gangs, but when he became a top Aztec, it just sealed the deal.
     
    “Sorry.” I hesitate. “Carmen wasn’t though. She went to the parties, sure. But she wasn’t involved with more than two or three of the guys, and those are guys we knew from grade school and in the old neighborhood. They wouldn’t hurt her. Plus, she was going home from her brother’s house that night. She wasn’t even around MC guys except for him.”
     
    His face lowers as he looks into his folded hands he has resting on his lap. He replies slowly to me, “It has to be an Aztec then. She wasn’t valuable enough to any of the other clubs to be a target.”
     
    I do my best to sit up as quickly as possible without falling backwards. My legs hitch over the side of the bed, and I stand before him. “Are you saying Anthony did this?” His silence is damning enough for me. “What the hell? Do you even know him? Or Carmen? He would never hurt his own sister. And you even suggesting it, is…well, it’s insulting for one thing.”
     
    He stands, his body slowly rising for me to see. That familiar bit of heat rising from the pit of my stomach comes up again, as I try to hold my own self steady. “Listen, Sierra. I am not insulting you. I’m insulting their family. Obviously, something is going on outside club shit. She either was more involved than you say, or he had something to do with it. It’s the truth, and if you can’t take it, I’ll leave.”
     
    “Fine!” I scream back at him. “Get the hell out of my house! I didn’t want you here anyways. I didn’t even let you in!”
     
    He takes two giant steps past me, sending a wave of cold air over my body. As he gets to the door, his spins back around to face me. His hand lifts by his face before he walks back quickly. And before I know it, that hand is on the back of my neck as he pulls my face into his. I can only get a tiny second’s worth of air before our lips touch and I lose all sense of control.
     
    Tank doesn’t kiss me gently. He kisses me as if he means every motion, every turn, every pucker and pout of his lips. He kisses as if he is in total control. And as much as he infuriates me with his has-to-be-right behavior, I still can’t help but let him take me like this.
     
    I come to as I remember where I am and whom I am with. I push him away as hard as I can, but he’s managed to wrap his boa like arms around my hips and waist. My body dips back as I look at him in his wild, untamed eyes. My hand drifts up and touches one of his messy and out of place curls that frame his strong, muscular face.
     
    He lets go, and I sink quickly back down towards the bed.
     

Chapter 5: Curves and Edges
     
    What the fuck did I just do? Did I really just kiss this girl? I’ve done some pretty stupid shit in my time on Earth, but this is up there. I just couldn’t help myself. That body, those lips, and the way she could talk to me without a second thought…I was gone as soon as I brought her passed out body upstairs to her bedroom.
     
    I take a step back as she falls onto the bed. Her eyes are wide and curious. I can’t tell if she’s shocked or sending me a message that she wants more. Both of us are both breathing loudly, almost panting. I think we both know that whatever the next move is, it’s gonna be the game-changer.
     
    So I go back to where I was at the side of the bed. She doesn’t move, doesn’t even flinch. She turns back to her side and watches me as I kneel down slowly. I line my face up with hers, wanting to have the opportunity to taste her again if she will let me. But more importantly, I want her to touch me