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can't hold you accountable for a stupid club rule."
    "The club makes rules for a reason and if I would've held up my end, you wouldn't be out here talking to me," he said.
    She shook her head. "I don't agree, so I'll be the one to make everything right again for you."
    His shoulders relaxed. What she said was probably the sweetest thing he'd ever heard someone say to him. "I'll handle Rain. You'll be fine and better off after tomorrow. Get some sleep."
    She remained standing there, hands tucked into her hoody, eyes on him. He couldn't take anymore, and started his Harley. She continued watching him. He put his feet on the ground, pushed, and backed his bike out of his parking spot for club members only.
    Brandy ran forward and put her hand on his arm, stopping him. "You're not an asshole," she spoke over the sound of the engine.
    He grinned, because she was getting sweeter every minute. She was also naive and young. She had no idea.
    "Go home." He lifted his chin motioning toward the cabin.
    Her fingers tightened on his arm. "Thank you."
    "For what?" he said.
    Her mouth tightened into a thin line. He almost missed the slight shake of her head, refusing to answer. Then she threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him tight, freezing him in position, unsure of what to do, because everything changed when she held him.
    He cleared his throat. "Sunshine?"
    She leaned back dropped her arms, and walked away without knowing what he wanted to say. He stayed on his bike until she hopped up on the porch of the cabin and opened the door. Only when she was safe, tucked into her little cabin, did he ride away. Instead of cleaning up the mess he'd made, he'd created more questions than answers.
    He'd seen the flash of pain flicker in her gaze when she'd told him thank you. He didn't do anything to deserve those words, so why was she thanking him? What would make a woman her age so damn understanding?
    He'd treated her like one of the Bantorus bitches. From experience, he knew no one had taken away her choices during sex before. He'd forced her to let him do what he wanted, and she damn well got off on the power trip. Another man would've cherished such a willing participant, and showed her a good time. Hell, she almost seemed grateful to him and he hadn't done one damn thing special.

Chapter Seven
    B randy's plan to sleep the day away and ignore the world on her day off after a fitful night of worrying about Torque ended when the pre-paid cellphone rang. She grabbed the phone and answered after the first ring.
    "Hello?" she said.
    "Afternoon, baby," Radiant said, his tone upbeat as if he hadn't gone to sleep and still rode whatever drug high he was on from the night before. "Let's hear what kind of information my girl has for her new family."
    Her stomach rolled. She'd never claim Los Li as her family. If she had a choice, she would never have gone to them asking for help. Her dad was her main concern.
    "First, tell me about my dad? Is he okay?" she said, bunching the blanket to her middle to cover her naked body as if Radiant would be able to see her sleeping in the nude.
    "Baby, baby, baby..." Radiant chuckled on an exhale. "I told you to trust me."
    "Please, tell me if you've seen him," she said, leaning forward. "Does he seem...okay?"
    What she wanted to know was if he was fighting and getting in trouble. When he'd come up missing, he'd left everything behind.
    "He's fine," Radiant said. "Now, tell me what you've learned. I want every little detail, no matter how insignificant you believe it may be."
    She pressed her hand to her forehead. "Uh, I heard Rain mention a ride in two weeks...twelve days from now, I guess. A man named Remmy is going, but I don't know who else."
    Out of all the conversations she'd overheard between Rain and Bruce, Torque's name was the one that came up the most, but she purposely left out that information. She'd do anything to reunite with her dad, but talk was talk and not significant. For all she knew,