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I pique a brow, matching her stance. “Really? Sounds like they’re trying to weed you out.”

“Not gonna happen.”

I switch subjects because this is getting us nowhere. “You eaten?”

She deadpans, “Why, are you going to feed me now?”

What I want to do is feed her my dick, right down her fucking throat. That’d shut her up.

I shift my stance, my erection becoming uncomfortable against my zipper. I pray she doesn’t glance south of the border. “Just askin’ a simple question, cupcake, no need to get your panties all worked up.”

She hates that nickname, and a sick part of me revels in the way her eyes narrow when she hears me say it. “Hilarious.”

The muffled sounds of music coming from inside are quickly heightened when the doors open swiftly. One of my club brothers, Punk, steps out, a busty brunette on his arm.

Punk stops when he sees us, then shakes his head. “Better watch your back, bro.” He laughs, passing us. “That one has a temper.”

“How the fuck would you know?” Sapphire shouts after him.

I hold the door open. “I guess you have a reputation around here. Can’t think why.”

She ducks under my arm, cussing as she does, and I grin behind her back.

Once inside, I glance around, looking for Reaper. When I don’t see him, I turn back. Sapphire is already at the bar, ordering shots. When I sidle up beside her, she turns to me.

“I think you need this more than I do. Look at you, you’re all flustered. I thought you were the Sergeant at Arms?”

I grind my teeth. This woman is asking for it. “I’m lookin’ for Reap if you must know. If he sees me with you, he’ll⁠—”

“He’ll what?” she challenges. Her eyes on mine, she tips back the shot, not even wincing when the tequila slides down her pretty throat. “I’m a big girl, Alexander. I can do what I want, when I want. I don’t need his permission.”

I glare at her, and she raises my shot glass to her lips. I snatch it out of her hand, swallowing it in record time. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

“You’ve said that already.” She waves to the bartender for another round. “Sing a different tune.”

The balls on this woman walking into my clubhouse, ordering the bar staff around, and drinking our booze? Lucky she’s Reaper’s sister, and everyone around here knows her, or there would be hell to pay.

Before I can give her a taunting reply, I feel hands planted on my ass. Somebody gives it a squeeze. “Sin, baby, there you are!”

I cringe at the pet name.

I turn to find Melody, barely dressed, with a glint in her eyes that only spells one thing. I don’t like being man-handled, and she knows better than that. We’ve fucked several times, but she acts like she’s my ol’ lady, and she isn’t. She’s just a sweet butt who balls every single guy in the place, and now she’s latching on.

“The fuck?” I bark as her hands travel up my chest.

“Oh, come on, it’s been forever.” She flicks her eyes to Sapphire. “You won’t mind if I steal him away, do you honey?”

Oh, fuck no.

I expect Sapphire to tell her to go right ahead. Hell, they may even share a shot together with sisterly camaraderie. How wrong can a man be?

Instead, Sapphire’s eyes have turned ice cold as she glares at Melody’s hands roaming over my chest. I grab her wrists with both hands, effectively removing them, and she pouts.

“How about you fuck off out of my face before I do to you what I just did to the chick at the Iron Stone?” Sapphire challenges her with a smirk. “And trust me, that was a ten-grand nose job by the time I was done.”

Melody’s eyes grow wide. She’s not a fighter. She just struts her stuff, thinking that’ll get her by in life. “Wow, she’s a feisty one, Sin.” She shifts her gaze back to me. “If you want to fuck later, you’ll know where I’ll be.”

I open my mouth to speak, but Sapphire pipes up for me, “The only place he’ll be tonight, sugar tits, is banging my head against his headboard! And when he’s done doing that, I’ll be riding his big-ass cock until everyone in this clubhouse knows my name because I can make him scream. Got it?”