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steps into the night and leads the way to his motorcycle.
    “ Babe, that is not a white dress,” He calls out from behind her.  
    Sadie just glares at him, and he laughs.
     
    ***
     
    Rampage MC's compound is outside the city limits. It's huge, and consists of a large farmhouse, and several smaller buildings, all surrounded by a tall illuminated fence. Motorcycles are lined up along the house, and a few men in leather vests, stand by them. They greet Zack with nods.
    Zack leads them to the large farmhouse. Inside, Sadie is assaulted by the blaring music.
    Knowing she looks immature, she still covers her ears and glares at Zack.
    He grabs her hand to lead her through the heavy throng of people, towards a raised stage on the left side of the huge room. The house has obviously been gutted to create the vast open space, and now resembles any other bar. There are even a few pool tables and booths.
    On the stage, a lone man sits on a throne like chair, watching over everyone with a bored expression. He instantly catches Sadie's attention, mainly because he looks like a famous soccer player. Sadie loves soccer. So what if she chooses her team based on the players' looks?
    As she draws closer, she can see his sharp hawk-like eyes, under low brows that are the same light ashy brown as his hair. His hair is kept very short on the sides and very long on the top. His angular features and square jaw covered in man scruff give him a stunningly masculine face. Who doesn't love man scruff?
    Sadie isn't aware that she stopped walking, until Zack yanks her hand and startles her. She never ogles over hot guys, but this one is delicious. She sort of wants to draw hearts with her fingers around him. Zack's weirdness must be rubbing off on her.
    Zack doesn't stop until they’re standing in front of the stage. Hot guy turns and looks at Zack with annoyance, and then turns his hazel eyes on Sadie. Oh, fuck. It's him. Stunned Sadie feels the pulse at the base of her neck jump. She turns to Zack, barely keeping herself from running.
    Maybe he doesn't remember her. Pasting a fake smile on her face, she tries to act casual. She has nothing to worry about, her face is covered in a few layers of makeup, her own mother wouldn't recognize her.
    Zack seems nervous, “Babe, this is the club president.”
    The president turns to Zack and smirks, “What the fuck do you want dipshit?”
    Zack turns an alarming shade of purple.
    These two really don't like each other.
    Even though Zack is ripped, he doesn't ooze half the power that this guy does with very little effort. That is probably the reason he dislikes him so much.
    Puffing out an angry breath Zack responds, “I'm making her my old lady,” he pushes Sadie forward.
    What. The. Freak. That in no way sounds good.
    “ We're doing it now,” he goes on.  
    Sadie snorts and the president turns his hard stare to her.
    By now, Sadie is sure he doesn't recognize her. Isn't that funny, the guy freaking took her heart and put it in a meat grinder, then he just forgot about her. Sadie tells herself that it is just her pride that is hurt. Who wants to be forgettable?
    “ What's your name?” He studies her and Zack's hand on her shoulder.  
    She hadn't even felt his hand there. Okay, being here is messing with her usual ninja instincts.
    Zack answers for her, and she sees the change in his expression, as he searches her face, he recognizes her.
    He nods at someone behind them and the music fades, “I'm Jackson, Sadie.” He waits as if expecting a reaction, she doesn't give him one.
    Fuck him and his stupidly beautiful face, and body. The mean bastard doesn't have a heart.
    Instead, she turns to Zack and asks, “What's an old lady?”
    Before Zack can answer, Jackson chuckles angrily, “An old lady is like a wife, but it's tighter than any marriage. And you have to fuck twelve members to be an old lady,” he says.
    Oh, crap.

Chapter Six
    Jackson
     
     
    She's still the same fucking beauty he abandoned