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“I’m shocked you haven’t gotten alcohol poisoning yet,” Drew laughs as he passes me, not so subtly touching my ass in the short shorts on his way past. But again, I just shrug because he can feel me all he wants, saying no didn’t stop Brock.

I pause a second, his words sinking in. Huh, drinking myself to death…Haven’t thought of that one before.

“I’ll take a beer when you are ready,” a gruff voice says, and I look up but freeze, recognizing the man instantly and not because of his cut but because he stood next to Leo as hisSargeant in arms as he threatened to kill me if I didn’t leave for lying to him.

I swallow hard, hoping and praying he doesn’t recognize me as Drew passes, but this time the idiot tries his luck and smacks my ass. The Dark Angels brother glares at him, making him pale, which I admit is funny, especially as he trips to the other end of the bar.

Giving the brother a nod, I turn and quickly hand him the beer. He passes me some cash and I press a few buttons on the till and collect his change, giving it to him, and his hazel eyes take me in.

The man is full of muscle, his blonde hair messy like he’s run his fingers through it, and he looks scary as fuck. I need to get out of his orbit before he realizes who I am and kills me.

Wait that isn’t a bad idea…

Blinking out of my stupid thoughts, I give him a polite smile and go to the next customer, who whistles me over. The guy’s jaw ticks, but I ignore it and walk over to Todd, our regular, who has made it perfectly clear he wants in my pants or, in this case, shorts.

“What can I get you, Todd?” I ask with a little flirt, and he grins as he looks me up and down before licking his lips in a creepy way.

“Beer and a shot for you, sexy,” he growls, and I give him a polite smile, trying not to shudder under his beady eyes as he scratches his beer gut, knowing I’m getting another free shot. I grab his beer, putting it in front of him and he passes me ten bucks.

I quickly ring up his order and pass him his change before filling up a shot glass and downing it in seconds. He grins wide.

I need his attention off me and need him to forget I’m here, especially when he has the same vibes as Brock so I nod to the stage and inform him, “Chills is back tonight, Todd.”

His eyes widen with excitement as he grabs his beer and rushes over to her regular stage without looking back, knowing once she sees him, she’ll take him to the back and allow him to screw her for money and I’ll be out of his head. Which is good because I can’t try and defend myself when I’m drunk.

Though if the past has taught me anything, defending yourself hurts you more.

Shaking my head, I reached the next customer before my eyes found their way to the seat the Dark Angel brother was at. I sigh in relief, seeing he’s gone, and go back to my shift while trying to ignore the disappointment that fills me.

He didn’t recognize me, but it’s not like Leo is looking for me, or Axe, for that matter. Brock, well, he’ll hate that I’ve given him the slip, but it’s best for everyone involved that I’m out of the way. I’m sure Leo’s club has figured out Brock’s plans by now, and nothing has been mentioned in the news about MC clubs at war, so all is good.

Loneliness fills me, but I push it back as I take the next customer's order and then the next and the next, hoping to keep getting free drinks to drown out my life.

God, I miss Leo…

Chapter 20

Blade

“Fucking nothing,” Axe snaps as he bangs his hand on our church table with frustration, smacking it, the brothers around wincing, knowing I’m already on edge and him falling apart will not fucking help me at all.

He’s giving up. I can see it, and so can my brothers, and it’s fucking infuriating. He’s giving up on finding his sister, believing she’ll never be found while giving up finding the traitor in his club who tried selling his gear overpriced and tried to start wars, and somehow, we have to keep him going.

His guilt over not speaking to his sister for three months is eating him alive despite having the chef, Conner, keep an eye out for her, which is how he knew I was still seeing her.

“Whoever the traitor is will fuck up again, Axe. It’ll just take time,” Fury says, sticking with the safest option for all, notbringing Luna up and my brothers all nod in agreement while Axe scowls, not believing him and not bothering to stick with the safest option.

Axe reminds him, “It’s been five months since my sister vanished,” not allowing anyone to hide what is really pissing him off, “And five fucking months since the shit against your club halted, so tell me how in the fuck we’ll find the traitor in my club and my little sister who wasn’t stable as it was,” he shakes his head, “She was still sticking to the shit she made up years ago and if she did that with the wrong person…”

His words trail off, and I tense yet again. This is the millionth time he’s brought this shit up, adamant that Luna lied about his VP. Every time he brings that shit up, all I can think about is the burn marks he clearly doesn’t know about and the fact she froze seeing the fucker show up at her work, something I have told him about but he laughed it off.

Venom couldn’t find anything on Brock. Every security footage, every fucking credit report, he was squeaky clean. If anything, he likes the strippers too much for a manager of the club, but there is nothing on footage of him hurting Luna, and nothing of him calling secret meetings with the club’s prospects.

We’re at a standstill because we were all certain he was the problem, but now, not so much.

“And right now Viper is following a lead,” Psycho also reminds him, and Axe scowls harder, pissed that Viper wouldn’t allow some of his members who are standing by the wall behind their Pres to go with him, whose seat Axe currently occupies.

Whenever we get a lead that Luna has been spotted, one of my brothers volunteers to check it out. Last week, it was me. Two weeks before that, it was Venom, and last month, it was Psycho.

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