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“Are you fucking these guys too?” he snarls.

“So what if she is? It is a fucking free country; she can fuck whoever she wants,” Victor growls from behind me.

“Jesus.” Cleo rolls her eyes. “I am not fucking them, not that it is any of your business. Just leave, War.”

“Man, I suggest that you listen to her. She is not one to mess with on her period, if you get me.” I here Cleo gasps, but the guys snigger behind me. “She turns into a banshee and will chop your balls off, and I mean not with a fucking blade, my man. A blunt object, if she can.”

“Oh, God. Shut up, please,” Cleo whines, but I keep the smile off my face.

“Fine. I will leave, but we will talk about this, sweetheart,” he says on a promise then leaves before anyone can say anything else.

“Woman, you need to stop letting jacked up men like that into your bed,” Lucas mutters.

I look to him and see over his shoulder his client was posed and ready to jump in if needed. When our gazes connect, I give him a subtle nod of thanks, then look to Cleo.

“Where did you find that one?” I make light of what just happened to ease the tension in the room.

She groans, leaning against the table behind her.

“We hooked up a few times, but there is just something about him that keeps calling to me.” Her eyes look sad.

“Why are you looking like he kicked your puppy, then?”

“I have some trust issues that I need to work through, and I am not sure he is ready for my kind of crazy.” This time she grins at me.

“Hey, now, we all have a little bit of crazy in us, babe. Plus he looks like a biker, so I am sure that he is used to some kind of crazy.” I wink, making her giggle.

She pulls her shoulders back, shaking out her body, smiling at me.

“Oh, believe me I know. I have been around the clubhouse, remember? You guys only fuck women who carry a truck load of crazy.”

“What can I say, the Rugged Skulls like to party on the crazy train, sweets.” I wink at her.

The club can get beyond fucking crazy when we party. The shit I have woken up to could be made into another Hangover movie and make me millions. I remember when Flame was missing half of his hair after one party, because he pissed off some hang around. After calling her by some other woman’s name, when he fell asleep, she shaved his head.

Savage once woke up with a fucking sparkly dildo in his ass, while wearing a purple tutu. We still, to this day, have no idea what happened. We chalked it up to another party at the Rugged Skulls MC clubhouse.

We party hard because we work hard. When the Original Rugged Skulls started this club, they made it known that all members had to pull their weight, no slacking off allowed. They set up the businesses, and we have expanded on that, in honor of them.

Fuck, even Tank left his mark on the club starting Rugged Towage, which is run by his son-in-law Link and his brother Landon.

We are not only a motorcycle club, we are a family.

My head was not in a good place when I left the Army, and I was losing myself, and Ruth took the brunt of that, but the club pulled me from that black shitty hole and showed me that being home wasn’t all that bad and I could find myself again.

“What brought you here today?” Cleo’s voice breaks through my thoughts.

“I need to add to my back. Had some time so I came here to see if you had some space or if I needed to make an appointment.”

She flicks through the appointment book, then back to me.

“We are fully booked today. The guys and I are back-to-back. Victor has a three-hour space tomorrow. That any good?” I nod.

“Fuck yeah, book me in sweets.” She smiles, adding my name to the book.

I say my goodbyes, then walk down the sidewalk to the coffee shop that Savage’s cousin owns. Caffeine is a definite must right now.

“Afternoon, Target,” June greets me from behind the counter.

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