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lot of pleasure. Her cheeks heated recalling the feel of his fingers
stroking between her thighs.
    “What’s going on, Kels ?” Killer asked.
    She jumped. Her hand went to
her chest to feel her thumping heart. “You scared me!”
    “Sorry, you’ve been avoiding
me. What’s going on? You’re acting like I’m going to hurt you.”
    His arms were folded over
his chest.
    Great work, Kelsey. He’s defensive.
    “Nothing is the matter.” She
poured out the hot water into their cups to make them both a cup of tea. Kelsey
preferred tea to coffee. Tate hated the scent of coffee. She loved her friend
and wouldn’t dream of hurting her.
    She noticed her hand was
shaking. Putting the kettle down, she tensed as he grabbed her hand. He moved
so quickly around her kitchen. “You’re shaking.”
    “Sorry,” she said.
    He frowned. “There was a
time you melted against me, Kels . You look
petrified.”
    “I’m tired.”
    Slowly, he turned her around
and pushed her up against the fridge.
    “Really?” Killer leaned down. His hands went around her neck,
his thumbs pushing her chin up.
    Her heart raced.
    “The Lions thought it was funny to watch him kill
whoever they told him to.”
    “I heard he could snap a neck like Lash with his bare
hands.”
    The conversation she
overheard replayed again in her mind. She panicked at the thought of those
hands cutting off the air she breathed.
    Bringing her hands up she shoved him away quickly. “No, stop!” She yelled the
words at the same time her hands went around her neck.
    “What the fuck? I was going
to kiss you. It has been too damn long since I felt your lips on mine.” He
yelled right back at her, not backing down.
    “I heard some men talking. I
know what you’re capable of and what you used to do for The Lions. The people
you killed for fun, the women.” Everything came pouring out, and she couldn’t
stop it.
    Killer paled. She saw his
change of color and the horror on his face.
    “You think I’d kill you?” he
asked, standing tall. He looked wounded. Her words had hit him hard.
    “I don’t know.” She felt
like an idiot. Killer had never hurt her. Every time he touched her, he did it
with care.
    “I would never hurt you, Kels . Fuck.” He slammed his fist against the wall.
    She winced, knowing it had
to hurt.
    “Who did you hear talking
about me?” he asked, stepping close.
    “I don’t know. “
    “You know the fucking
Skulls. Tell me who you heard and tell me now.”
    Licking her lips, she felt
her hands shaking. Kelsey wanted to take everything back she’d said. The anger
in his eyes scared her, but it wasn’t directed at her.
    “It was Butch and Zero.”
    The two men were known
gossipers.
    “Good. I’ll send someone
else to pick you on Friday for the party.” He turned away to leave.
    “No, Killer, wait.”
    She charged after him, not
wanting him to leave for fear of what would happen to him.
    He stopped at the door with
his back to her.
    “Please don’t leave. I’m
sorry. I’m an idiot. Please, come back.”
    “No. I’ve got shit to do. I
shouldn’t have come here. It was a mistake.”
    Killer left, taking his
anger with him. The door slammed making her tense.
    Running to her phone, she
quickly dialed Tate’s number.
    “Hello.” Murphy answered the
phone.
    “I need to speak to Tate.
It’s an emergency.”
    Whatever Killer had to do,
it wasn’t going to go well for some of the men.

Chapter Five
     
    Tiny woke up hearing his
cell phone ringing. The sun was shining in the partially opened curtains. His
cell phone stopped ringing. Rubbing a hand down his face to clear the sleep
from his mind, he glanced down to see Eva asleep on his chest. He kept one hand
on her back as he reached out to the cabinet beside the bed.
    Tate’s name flashed on the
screen. He was about to dial her number again when his cell phone went off.
Clicking the accept button, he put the phone to his ear.
    “What could you possibly
need this early in the