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Tatiana?”
    My eyes shoot to Braxxon’s. Great fucking question. I look around the room, and all heads shake no. Everyone looks just as disappointed as I feel.
    “This shit is unacceptable. We have the fuckin connections this is our fuckin town. Figure the shit out,” he roars. “One of ours is in danger, and ya’ll are fuckin getting nowhere.”
    My right hand flings to the cross dangling from my neck. I grip it tightly, beggin for strength not to blow up.
    And speaking of my daughter, I cut my look over to Shadow. He won’t look at me. His arms are folded across his chest, and he’s just staring off in the distance. Shit. Last thing I need is a new brother pissed at me. What a great fuckin welcoming brother I am. My ma would have me by the ears if she knew I made that comment to him. Berry is the only woman who knows about Shadows past and his side life. I’m a grown man; I shoulda fuckin known better.
    “ZZ what’s up with T? Word around the club is she’s causin ya some mayhem.”
    I groan out loud. “Ask Shadow.”
    Shadow matches my groan before answering Braxxon. “She’s diggin herself into my side life. That’s what she’s doin. She’s not bein careful about it, and I’m done being her fuckin babysitter!”
    “ZZ,” Braxxon growls.
    “What? She likes him, and it’s easier for him to follow her around!” I try to justify myself, but I can tell Braxxon doesn’t like the idea that I had Shadow, a patched brother, following her around constantly. He’s cool with just a few times, but usually we have prospects do the babysittin. “And his name is fuckin Shadow for fucks sake! Half the time I don’t even notice his ass in a room he’s so fuckin quiet!”
    “I’m gonna ring my goddaughter’s neck,” Braxxon growls.
    I smirk.
    “We need two more prospects. Smokey, go thru Phil’s paperwork and see who he had lined up. Set up the patch party for Rap. Set it for Friday and send out the info to the Lady Charter. They know how to give a great patch party welcome.” Braxxon instructs.
    Oh, that Motherfucker wants his balls ripped off by Winter.
    “Great that concludes Chapel,” Braxxon says, slammin down the gavel.
    Thank fuck. I need a drink and my daily dose of Storm’s beauty.
    ***
    The music is pumping at Club Sated. I’m sitting in one of the plush chairs Winter has this place lined with, drinking my jack and coke, watching one of her strippers dance when Storm plops down beside me.
    “Long night?” she asks, her voice coming out in that beautiful way that it always does.
    Shit!
    “Yeah,” I answer curtly.
    I don’t know how to act around her anymore. This shit has me all kinds of twisted.
    “You never got with me about what’s going on with Tatiana,” she says, almost hurt.
    I’m an asshole. Plain and simple.
    I drain my glass of its contents and place it on the table before answering her. I also drag down my shades from the top of my head, placing them over my eyes. Every time she stares at me, I feel like she can read every single feeling that I’m feeling and I can’t stand that shit. It uneases me.
    “Tatiana is messin around in shit she shouldn’t be,” I answer while turning towards her.
    “Like what Mason?” she huffs out, crossing her arms.
    All is forgotten, because the moment my real name left those beautiful fuckable lips, my mind went straight to wanting to bend her over and fuck the shit outta her.
    “ZZ,” she laughs out.
    What? She can’t see my eyes.
    “You’re a dirty bastard,” she laughs again.
    Damn facial expressions!
    I smirk. “You know I wanna fuck you darlin; this is no secret.”
    She sighs, leaning back in her chair.
    Why do I always gotta ruin shit? We just hashed all this out the other day. I gotta fix it.
    “I’m sorry. She’s just into shit I can’t talk about.”
    Storm’s head tilts to the side, studying me before she nods. “Yeah okay. If you need to talk, you know where to find me.”
    And with that, she gets up and walks