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let me see you here again.” He started to walk away, one hand digging into his exhausted eyes.
     
    Blaze struggled to his feet and limped away. His hurt leg dragged behind him. The leg of his pants was stained with blood that kept oozing. Right before he reached the fence, he stopped and looked over his shoulder at me.
     
    Eyes locked on mine, he said to Luke, “She’s a woman now, Luke. Devils are gonna come after her. But she’s got to make her own choices.”
     
    If only I had known how right he would be.
     
    But it didn’t matter then. I wouldn’t see Blaze again for five years.
     
     

Chapter 2: ’Til I Collapse
     
    Houston, Texas – Five Years Later
Blaze
    Christ, my head hurt. My eyes were gummed together with sleep and a brewing hangover that I just knew was gonna turn into a real son of a bitch. I tried to think through what had happened last night, but it was mostly a blur.
     
    I remembered being at the clubhouse bar, whiskey shots plunked down in front of me with reckless abandon. I knocked ’em all back, of course—who didn’t love the good burn of a nice old whiskey running down the back of their throat?
     
    And then, of course, once me and the boys had gotten nice and toasty, we’d needed some pussy to take the edge off. The clubhouse was good for that. It drew easy tail like flies to a porch light, no effort necessary. Escorts, strippers, and all kinds of townie whores flocked to the skull logo, just begging for a good dicking. And who better to give it to them than yours truly?
     
    Come morning, though, I was more than ready for them to get the hell away from me. I grunted in pain—this headache was really trying to do me in.
     
    I sat up in bed groggily. Lying to my right was the girl I had brought back last night. She was still ass naked. Her tits were bare above the sheets. The girl rolled towards me, half-asleep, and extended a hand to stroke my abs. I pushed her away.
     
    “Listen, hon,” I told her. “You need to go. I don’t cuddle. I don’t sweet talk. I fuck, and then you leave. And seeing as how we’ve already fucked…” I pointed towards the door.
     
    She gave me a huffy stare, but she knew better than to talk back to a brother wearing the skull on his shoulder. As soon as she’d grabbed her clothes and left, slamming the door behind her, I sighed and fell back in bed.
     
    Part of me always hated how callous I could be. It was so easy for me to just shut off all the caring bullshit that preoccupied most people. I had no problem being the ice cold son of a bitch who told a girl to just get out.
     
    But, no matter how hard I tried to suppress it, there was always that nagging little voice in the back of my head telling me that I was ignoring something important.
     
    Oh well, fuck it. Nothing a little whiskey couldn’t silence.
     
    I shrugged on my jeans and boots and staggered into the bathroom. The face looking back at me in the mirror was fierce. Stubble covered my chin and neck, my jaw set tough against all the bullshit that the world kept throwing at me. Bitches who wouldn’t leave, hangovers that overstayed their welcome…today was already off to a bad start.
     
    I splashed some water on my face, then lumbered into the main room of the clubhouse. Guys were strewn all around, nursing hangovers that looked every bit as bad as mine was. Broken bottles and condom wrappers littered the floor, while cigarette smoke hung in the air. The place could be a real shithole when everyone got as rowdy as we’d gotten last night.
     
    Bomber had gotten married over the weekend, so the whole club had descended on our spot with whiskey running through their veins and a hankering to break some shit and fuck some things. And we’d done just that, as per usual: drank the bar damn near empty, then stuffed a few chicks damn near full.
     
    I chuckled to myself at the thought. Us Inked Angels could be quite a handful when we get together.
     
    The thought of marriage,