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Brad had the best tattoos. Not ones just done in prison but ones done by real artists. His tattoos had detail and they flowed with a theme. I would get lost looking at the detail in his tattoos. They were so perfect. Like the see no, hear no, speak no evil one that was scrolled across his chest with skulls.

Also, the loyalty to the club showed on his body. Not just the scars but in his tattoos too. The Satan’s Sons tattoo was proudly on his back. The Satan’s Sons logo was also worked into his sleeves.

He loved the club. Which was why I knew he would never do anything to risk losing it. I was a risk. He loved the club and Dad way too much to be with me.

I was underage. I was young. I was everything he didn’t want. I also had cancer and who the hell would want to be with me?

I forced myself to smile at him. Yeah, the fact that I had cancer rolled through my mind again. Nobody would want to be with me.

“Right, well, I’m ordering you food anyway. I hate eating to begin with. So if I’m eating, then you are too.” I settled it. He was eating. And I wasn’t eating alone like planned. I turned my back to him and picked the menu up.

“What do you have the heater on in here to? A hundred?”

I always felt the cold. “You know I feel the cold.”

“It’s the middle of summer, Hannah.”

I shrugged. I don’t know why I always felt cold but I did. So normally I was rugged up. But considering I wasn’t planning on anyone else being in this room with me, I’d turned the heating up.

I couldn’t turn the heating up at home because it was central heating and everyone would complain about what I turned it to.

His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me back to his chest. It didn’t feel weird. And I knew he wasn’t doing it because he loved me or something. He was doing it because Brad and I were always close.

I would sit on his lap at club parties. I would let him put his arm around me when we were in the clubhouse. Dad never picked up on the fact that I liked it and to me it meant more than just a friendship. But Dad would never think I would fall for a man like him.

He saw Brad’s attention to me as innocent and that was what it was. Innocent. So right now, as he placed a kiss on my shoulder, I didn’t look into it more, he was just doing what was natural. Though he didn’t normally kiss me on the shoulder like that.

“So, what you getting?” he asked. “And are you going to explain why you are in a hotel room instead of at home?”

Nope. I was not explaining that because the reason I was here was so that I wouldn’t be forced to lie to my family about having a full week of radiation.

“I’m getting everything and that’s a mystery.” I turned in his arm and looked back at him. “One I’m not explaining to you.”

“Your whole life to me at this point is a mystery.” He said that like he hated it. Hated not knowing where I was. Or who I was with. “Did you really have tea with Tatz or did you make that up?”

I frowned. Why did he sound so interested in the answer? As if that question had been running through his mind since I told Dad that.

“I have tea with him a lot.” Tatz was always at Layla’s. We had tea together last night. Wasn’t like it was just us. Layla’s family was there. It was a bit like Brad with our family. Brad was always around. Always at family dinners. He was just part of the family.

Mum and Dad trusted him. Loved him.

Tatz was looked upon as family in Layla’s family.

“It’s not just him and I though. Layla’s family is with us.” I felt like I needed to add that when I saw his expression.

Why was he looking so furious?

“Does he sit next to you?” Brad was furious. I just didn’t understand why. God, I had never seen him look at me with such anger. His tone dripped with fury, and the look on his face! I couldn’t explain it.

“Um, yeah, I guess.” I frowned, not understanding the importance of it. Why did it matter if Tatz sat next to me or not?

“Your dad was right about him.” Brad’s hands stilled on my back and gripped me. “I want you to stay away from him.”

“From Tatz?”

“Yep.”

“No.” I was not having this argument with him. “And don’t ask me to do that. You and I are….” Friends? Though a friend shouldn’t be looking with such jealousy at me. I shook my head. “Tatz is a friend. That’s it. Like you and me.”

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