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“Angel has himinside.”

“Great.”

They said their goodbyes and headedback toward his bike.

“I have to say I’mshocked,” Charlotte said.

“About what?”

“Your MC life.I thought itwas drugs, booze, and sex.”

Gash laughed.“Well, it’s got the sex andthe booze.It’s also about being a family.The Skulls, they’re myreal brothers and family.”

“What happened to your realbrother?”she asked.

“My brother?”

“Yesterday, you mentioned abrother.”

Gash released a sigh.“I’ll talk toyou about that another time.I’ve not seen him in years, well overa decade.He’s probably dead.”

“And you don’t care aboutthat?”

“My brother was an asshole,Charlotte.Believe me, he’s better off dead, otherwise he’d havehurt every single person he could get his hands on.”

Charlotte frowned.“How do you knowthat?”

Gash sighed.“Can I just promise thatI’ll tell you soon?I want to get to Whizz.”

She nodded.“Sure.You’re not obligated toshare anything with me.”She placed the helmet on her head, and heswung his leg over the bike.Charlotte climbed on behind him andheld him tightly.

Gash liked the way she held ontohim.

Starting up his bike, he rode out of theclubhouse, all the time aware of her pussy pressing against hisback.When he got out of prison, he’d fucked every single clubwhore, and then he’d gone around them again, wearing out all thewomen.He loved sex, but with Charlotte, it was somethingmore.

Thinking back to this morningwhen he had his fingers inside her pussy, he’d been desperate forher to find pleasure.Usually he didn’t give a fuck aboutwhether the womengot off or not.With Charlotte, it meant more.

Get over it.

She’s not the one foryou.

You’re using her to findpeace.

Her legs tightened around him, and hegritted his teeth.There wasn’t going to be anything between themother than two people looking for revenge.He could do this, andplace Charlotte in a little box for him to deal with.

Chapter Four

A woman with red and blue hairanswered the door, and Charlotte loved the colors.It looked amazing on her asit wasn’t glaringly bad, or anything.She fingered her ponytail asshe’d pulled her hair back, and her brown locks were dull andboring.

“Gash, what are you doinghere?”she asked.

“Hey, Lacey, I’m here tosee Whizz.”

Lacey turned and yelled Whizz’s name.“Come on in.”

“What are you doing now?”Gash asked.

“I’m actually in collegeright now.I’m taking beauty courses, and putting my love of dyingmy hair to good use.”

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