“Thinking about Patricia?” Nash asked.
“Yeah, she was the one who suggested this place to Tiny.” Lash looked at the warehouse. How Tiny still made it through the doors was beyond him. He couldn’t imagine losing anything so precious to him. If something was to happen to Angel, he couldn’t even breathe at the thought let alone live with it. There was never going to be a way for him to live with it.
“I miss her, too. She was a strong woman. I could never allow myself to love someone that much and then watch her die.”
“Is that why you fuck and take blow jobs from women you won’t keep?” Lash asked.
“It saves being alone and in pain.” Nash slapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s go so you can get your pansy fucking ass back to Angel.”
Together they walked into the warehouse.
David was sat at a desk typing away at the computer. Several other members of The Skulls were stood around the warehouse. They all took turns in babysitting David. When they left, whoever stayed behind was locked inside the warehouse until the next morning.
Lash had spent two nights with the bastard, listening to him mutter on about his wife and daughter. He didn’t like the older man, but he was his woman’s father. Lash had no choice but to try to help him out.
“Give us some good news, David. I’m growing tired of this shit, and your daughter’s ass is looking tempting,” Tiny said.
Fisting his hands at his side, Lash knew there was nothing sinister in what Tiny said, but hearing the words was still hard to handle. The civilians didn’t need to know that The Skulls had a code. If Lash hadn’t laid claim to her to all the members, Angel would have been fucked within her first week at the club.
They didn’t run a hotel service, and the men needed a regular supply of sex in whatever form that came.
“I-I-I can’t g-g-get i-i-it back.”
Rolling his eyes, Lash saw through the lies.
“Then I guess Angel’s ass is mine.”
“No!”
The shout was firm. David might be an asshole, but he didn’t want anything to happen to his daughter.
For the next two hours Lash listened to the man talk shit about the money. Lash and Nash were brothers, and together they’d worked out the holes in David’s stories. They knew where the money was and how to get it. All The Skulls wanted to know was which side David was on.
Chapter Four
Angel waited outside of the dressing room while Tate tried on another item of clothing. Steven stood several feet away from them, but his eyes never left where they both stood. She’d purchased some designer jeans and a few tops all at Steven’s request. He’d mumbled something to Tate, and from then on the other woman took control so that Angel now possessed clothes she would never even dream of buying, let alone wearing. There were several dresses she didn’t think were legal to wear in town.
“Ta-da,” Tate said, opening the dressing room door. The other woman wore a tight red dress. “How do I look?” The dress moulded to every curve and highlighted the other woman’s fuller figure.
“You look amazing.”
“Do you really think so?” Tate asked. Her hands moved down her sides to rest on her hips.
“There’s only one problem,” Angel said.
“What is it?”
“Where are you going to wear it? It’s a beautiful dress, but where could you wear something like that?” Angel glanced down at her clasped hands. She’d never been good at this. Girly shopping trips and bonding trips were never her thing.
“Haven’t you heard of some of the parties the club has?” Tate asked, taking a seat beside Angel.
“Yeah, I’ve seen them.”
“No, honey, you’ve seen the tame ones. If you speak to the other old ladies you’d have a clue as to what goes on at these parties. There’s a lot more risqué shit going down. My Dad tries to keep me all sweet and innocent, but let me tell you I’m not stupid.”
Angel listened to the other woman speak and knew in her heart that Tate spoke the truth. If the parties they’d been having were not the real deal then no wonder the men hated her. Was she the reason the parties had been downgraded?
“Tiny’s your Dad. What makes you think he’s even going to let you attend one of these things?” Angel asked.
“When I walk through the door he won’t stop me. Dad needs to know I’m a grown up and stop scaring guys away from me. If I don’t act now I’m going to die a virgin, and that’s pitiful.” Tate grabbed her hand. “The other girls are horrid. They only put up with me because of my Dad. You’re different. I can see that. Also, you’re not horribly underweight either.”