“Viking’s girl,” I explain. “Real beauty, am I right? An angel.”
“I, ah…” he stammers. “Yeah?”
Kade slides the whiskey my way, and I grab it, downing it in one go before continuing.
“Maybe she could use a shoulder to cry on tonight,” I say, the words tasting like acid in my throat. What the fuck am I doing?
Kade’s shaking his head. “Wouldn’t be right, Prez. She just lost her dad. Would be a shitty fucking move, takin’ advantage like that.”
I look down at my scarred hands, the heavy rings, the tattoos.
“Yeah,” I mutter. “Shitty fucking move.”
Maybe I’ve been in one too many fistfights. Some screw got knocked loose in my head. Why else would I be pushing Kade at Sasha?
“Trying to get the kid killed?” Tank asks, his fat ass taking Diesel’s empty stool.
I grunt. “Maybe.”
Tank signals for a drink. “Probably not the best idea with the feud escalating again.”
“Nope,” I agree, but don’t offer more.
Tank smoothes a palm over his gray beard. “Been around longer than most. Only Bone’s got me beat, and not by much.”
“Your point, old man?”
I’m so attuned to Sasha that I notice instantly when she gets up and wobbles to the back on unsteady legs.
“My point is, I’ve seen plenty of unlikely pairings in this world. Goin’ after a brother’s daughter, even if he is dead, that’d be a first.”
I force myself to release the glass I’m holding. Don’t want to bloody my other hand too.
“I’m just keeping her safe, Tank,” I say slowly. “Ain’t nothing more to it.”
“Right,” he says, sounding unconvinced.
Thankfully, his old lady swoops in like a bird of prey, nagging at him for mixing alcohol with his meds.
“We buried a brother today, Ruth!” he growls at her. I’ve had enough, though.
I push away with a muttered word neither pays attention to, and scan the clubhouse for Sasha, frowning when I don’t see her. Carol’s on Bone’s lap, something I didn’t need to see on an empty stomach. And she’s not with the sweetbutts, though they’re no crowd for a girl like her anyway.
A girl like what, Havoc?
“An angel,” I mumble to myself. “A fucking angel.”
After checking every corner and glancing outside, I head to the back. Maybe she’s gone to bed?
But no. The room we gave her—a room that’s next to mine—is empty.
I’m starting to worry, my heart picking up speed, my skin itching from adrenaline. Could the Kings have snatched her right out of our clubhouse? No. No fucking way. She has to be here somewhere.
I check my room next—maybe she got confused. When I find it as empty as I left it, I check Diesel’s. He’s banging Honey against the wall, neither of them looking my way when I open the door. That just leaves one door in this hallway. The bathroom Diesel and I share. And now her.
“Sasha?” I call out, knocking loudly. “You in there, darling?”
At first, I don’t hear anything. Then there’s a groan. Did she fall, hit her head?
