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He was certain if he did that, Czar would go to the bar rather than have Reaper come to his home--exactly what Reaper wanted It was the new bartender Reaper didn't like anything out of the ordinary He didn't trust it The wo out of the ordinary Code could find dirt on anyone, but he hadn't found a single trace of her anywhere She worked for cash, under the table She wore designer jeans, but she drove a beat-up car on its last leg, rust breaking through the paint The fucking thing sine over

Torpedo Ink had a garage up and running Did she take her car there to get it fixed? Hell no She drove off every night thinking no one knehere she was going That was the hell of it She drove back toward Fort Bragg, took Highway 20 and turned off at the Egg Taking Station, a caround in the Jackson Demonstration Forest Why the fuck would a classy wo in a biker bar, drive a beat-up Honda Civic older than she was and be ca? It made no sense He didn't like puzzles, and Anya Rafferty was not only a puzzle, but one big headache

Reaper had watched her for over a month Five weeks and three days to be precise He'd learned she was a hard worker She listened to people, remembered their naet good tips, but not enough to cause fights She was generous with the waitresses, sharing tips she didn't have to share She was careful and guarded yet gave the illusion she was open She was kind to those less fortunate

He'd watched her give a homeless ht him coffee and a meal Twice she'd spent et food or shoes for so on the streets She seemed to have an affinity for the homeless, and he was certain she knew all of them by nas even though she couldn't have had more than a couple of hours of sleep

She didn't flinch around the bikers, but it was obvious she wasn't from their world and didn't have a clue how to fit in She took her cues from Czar and sole question, but she sent him a few shy smiles, which he didn't return He'd spent more time in the bar in the five weeks she'd been there than he'd ever spent in a bar in his life

Reaper glanced away frohts shining through the dark from the banks of s His heart accelerated His cock jerked hard in his jeans That was unacceptable and that hy the woo

Every one of those in his club had been taught to be in complete control of their bodies at all times They'd been beaten, starved, tortured and had unspeakable things done to the machines He felt very little emotion and certainly not physical attractions The bitches partying hard, getting it on with anyone and everyone, did nothing for hih a room full of half naked or naked women and his body didn't so much as stir

One look at Anya Rafferty Listening to the sound of her voice Her fucking laugh The way all that hair fell around her face like a dark cloud A waterfall She had ht a lot about that hair when he should be thinking

about keeping his president alive Or himself He refused to allow his cock to drive him That part of his anatomy would never drive him He didn't trust anyone, especially not a woman who made his body ache until his teeth hurt

He sighed and turned his Harley, heading for the bar He'd told Czar Anya had to go She was a proble Czar was his nuo He told himself that shit, but he kneasn't the truth He hated bullshit Detested it Especially when he was trying to bullshit himself He could make all the excuses in the world, but the truth was, the bartender upset hi

Once in the parking area, Reaper swung his leg over his ht, his two feet planted on solid ground He'd been on his bike so long he wasn't certain he had the legs for earth any longer Placing his do lot In that one moment, he took in every detail of the cars and lines of nized several of the bikes Two prospects were lounging close, keeping an eye on the bikes He didn't acknowledge the from one of the compart area toward the bar, still looking around to every conceivable parking spot

What he didn't see was the bartender's old rust bucket He paused for adeeply, not knowing if that made hie She was gone Czar had done what he'd asked, and her presence was removed That should make him happy Well, he was never happy He didn't kno to be He'd forgotten Relief round and make certain she was okay Da up to the bar His gut burned like hell with every step, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the ache in his chest

Music poured out of the building, a loud, drubbing beat That only added to the pounding in his head He ignored it and yanked open the door Raised voices and laughter lasses Funny, now that it was an established biker bar, the place was hopping alht

He stepped to the side of the door and took a long look around, noting every jacket or vest with colors Mostly siti, looking for wo in the corner, badasses wearing Demon patches They noticed hi and they weren't drinking, at least not enough to say they were there for a good time He did a quick inventory of his body He could ht andone He let the Deer on the the bar