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  "She's fine. Probably a good idea to put her on lockdown. You know what he's like, he doesn't stand for witnesses watching his shit."

  "This was Satan?"

  "He drove off as we pulled up. If I didn't know it was him, the look on the girl's face when she saw me would have been proof enough."

  He huffs and nods his head. "Take care of her, she's like a second daughter to me."

  I nod. "Got it." At Severed we respect women, even the club whores get more respect than they would elsewhere, but old ladies and club members' daughters are special.

  "Oh and Angel? Her name's Eve, don't be calling her girl again."

  I nod, even though as VP I rank higher than Elvis, he's been part of the club longer than me and is the son of an original member.

  I get in the car, grimacing. I really don't want to be seen driving this girly piece of shit. I watch the boys carefully lift my bike onto the truck. We leave in a convoy to return to the compound. We left Carnal's shit for them to clean up themselves. Frank didn't bother with CCTV so that'll make it easier for them. Eve will be the only loose straw in their clean up.

  As I drive with Eve in the back I think about Satan. Carnal MC are as different as you can get from our club. Severed MC was formed by men who loved the biker life and we still have some of the original members and their families as part of the club. We stay within the confines of the law, earning legit money from our businesses. Carnal are the total opposite. They're all about money and violence. They run drugs, protection rackets, trade weapons and have recently started trafficking women; fucking disgusting.

  They are brutal, Severed may be legit but we still know how to look after ourselves. Nobody hurts a Severed member and Elvis has made it clear Eve is part of his family, so we'll protect her the same as one of our own now.

  I think about where we stand with Carnal. Does Satan know that Eve is Severed property? If he hurts her he knows we'll retaliate. He doesn't like anyone witnessing his business and I have a feeling she did, hence her reaction to me. That means Satan will be after her, and if Satan's after you, you better be ready. Either way, Eve will have the full protection of the club, and she'll need it if she's going to survive.

  On the drive back I contemplate the history between me and Satan, he's my baby brother, and from the moment he could walk he's set out to take anything and everything that I care about. It's as though he has this insane jealousy that I'm the eldest. It came to a head a few years ago when he destroyed my most prized possession and was ostracized by the club. That's when he moved to Carnal, it's as though that club was made for him, he's a VP like me now. He's always been a vicious little shit, the kid you'd find out back of the shed torturing kittens and puppies, the one who'd lie as easily as breathe to get me into trouble, the kid caught smoking dope at the football game.

  And the reason Eve freaked out when she saw me? Well, that son of a bitch is my twin, Kellan.

  Chapter Three

  Eve

  I come to with a start, unfamiliar with my surroundings, unable to see much in the dim light of the room. My thoughts come rushing back and I start to panic. I'm lying on a bed, a very comfortable, very large bed, and I'm still dressed in my jeans and shirt. In the shadows I can see a couple of dressers, a bedside table and three doors. My eyes drift to the corner of the room, and I draw in a breath as I see the large, sleeping figure in the chair. I let out a strangled moan, obviously loud enough to wake him. He stands and approaches the bed. "Eve?", he questions nervously.

  I know that voice! Launching myself from the bed as fast as I can, I run across the room and throw myself into his arms, bursting into childish tears, needing the warmth and comfort this man can offer. "Elvis. Oh god, I've missed you so much." I sob, his arms drawing me closer to his large chest, comforting me.

  "I've missed you too darlin'," he huffs. I step back, taking in the changes since I've last seen him. Elvis is a huge man, not in a muscular way, just heavily built, with a beer belly that enters a room seconds before he does and juts over the top of his waistband. Every inch of his arms and neck is sleeved in colorful tattoos. I suppose, if you didn't know him, his size and image would be pretty scary. I know the real Elvis though, soft as a teddy bear, and a gentle giant to boot.

  He leads me back to the bed, encouraging me to sit. The mattress sags as he joins me, still holding me close with his arm around me."You've got yourself in a hell of a mess darlin'", he looks me over, taking in my travel weary appearance and sighing deeply. "Prez needs to talk to you when you're feeling a bit better. He needs to know what happened so we can work out what to do with you".

  He looks sad. I hate that it's me that has put that look on his face. Quiet tears are falling down my face. Even in this quiet room, wrapped safe in Elvis' arms, I can't erase the image that is on constant loop in my brain. The store owner falling dead to the floor, blood pooling everywhere. I start trembling, as the realization hits me, I've witnessed a murder. Elvis draws me even closer, placing a kiss on my forehead. "You're my family darlin', we'll keep you safe, I promise you." I look up at him with weary eyes, I want to believe him, but for the first time in my life I'm not sure he can keep his promise to me. Those men I saw yesterday were deadly, but Elvis is the kind of guy who never makes false promises, his word is his bond, and I hate that I might be the cause of more heartache for him.

  "Where's Teresa?", I question while wiping away my tears. "I can't wait to see her". I need my friend.

  Elvis laughs. "She's giving Prez shit for putting the two of you on lockdown here at the compound," his whole face lighting up at the mention of his daughter. "She's never been happy living here, that's why they have their own house off compound." That explains the simplicity and coldness of the room. When I saw Elvis I immediately thought we were at Teresa's, but we're at Severed's clubhouse instead. Elvis continues "She's been sitting with you since we brought you back, I offered to sit with you so she could go grab a shower and get something to eat", he looks me over, "talking of which, you hungry darlin?".

  I give myself a mental once over, I am hungry, crumpled and weary, but I'm not sure I could stomach food right now, my stomach is turning, making me queasy. Elvis looks at me, understanding without needing words. "Tell you what, you go grab a shower in the bathroom there", he points to the door nearest the window, "and I'll go get you something simple like fruit and water, how's that sound? None of us men eat that shit, just the chicks, so there's plenty of it." I barely nod my head in response. Elvis helps me rise from the bed, guiding me to the bathroom door. "I'll be back soon darlin',".

  ***

  I turn the shower on, turning the temperature up as high as I can stand, needing to scrub the horror of the earlier events from my mind and body. I look for something to wash my hair with. The room obviously belongs to one of the guys as there are no feminine products in sight, just an all in one shower gel with a woodsy pine scent. I hate the stuff, but it will do for now. I step under the stream of water, my back to the shower head, breathing out a small sigh of satisfaction as the warm water caresses my head and the back of my shoulders. I've always loved getting my hair wet in the shower. My douche-bag ex always complained I spent too much time in there, but I didn't give a shit. I love taking a shower. I lather my hair with the shower gel, then scrub my skin red, unable to get the dirty feeling to go away. I'm not gentle, but it doesn't help, I still feel soiled. I rinse my hair and look around the compact bathroom in search of a towel. Great, the guy who lives here has obviously never heard of a bath sheet, I think as I pick up the tiny towel, trying to fasten it around me as best as I can. It hugs my breasts tightly, barely skimming my backside. It will have to do for now, until I find my suitcase. There's no way I'm wearing those dirty clothes again, I want to burn them, they're contaminated by the horror I've witnessed.

  I step back into the bedroom, noticing a tray of fruit on the bedside table, a silent thank you to Elvis gracing my lips and I reach for the water gulping it down greedily. I lay back on the white sheets, reaching for an apple, so tired that I fall asleep with the apple in my hand, uneaten.

  ***

  Gabe

  I bump into Elvis as he's leaving the kitchen with a tray of fruit and water in his hands. I smirk at the image, it's fucked up. Elvis and water isn't something you expect to see, Elvis toting a couple of six packs is more like it. "Angel," he greets me. "Eve's woken up so I'm just taking her something light", he motions to the tray.

  I reach for it, "I'll take it in for you, Prez wants to talk to you. He needs to know what sort of girl she is, how much of this she can handle, and that daughter of yours can't stop cursing at him long enough to give him a sensible answer", I laugh. Prez sure is pussy whipped by his woman, I know he's in love, but fuck, he needs to man up around her.

  Elvis passes over the tray, giving me that look of his, the one normally reserved for anyone messing with Teresa. "Go easy on her Angel, she's normally a tough cookie, she's had to be, but this time she's running scared."

  I nod, "Don't worry Elvis, I'll look out for her", I call over my shoulder as I head for my room. We'd put Eve in my room, it was the only decent room aside from Prez's. It meant I'd have to bunk with one of the brothers for now, but I guess I could make this small sacrifice.

  Receiving no answer to my knock I ease the door open slowly, the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom. I move across the room to place the tray on the bedside table, passing the bathroom door on my way back. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. I push the partly open bathroom door a little wider and peek in. Holy fuck! Even with the misty shower glass I can see the outlines of Eve's amazing figure. Pert breasts, firm thighs and a tight ass, I feel myself harden just at the thought of being in that shower with her. I know I should move, but the sight of her rubbing her hands all over that lust-inducing body of hers has me stuck. I can't see much detail, but what I can see is enough for my groin area to be painfully tight. Elvis had made it clear that Eve is like a daughter to him, so this isn't going to happen, I'm not going to lose his respect for a casual fuck and casual is all I can do. I make no promises, that's why I stick to the club whores, they know where they stand. No fucking feelings involved.

  Re-adjusting my cock in my jeans I leave the room quietly as I hear Eve turn off the shower.

  ****

  An hour later Elvis and Prez were still in the office, I'd love to be a fly on the wall, but I know any decisions to be made will be discussed in Church, and with the situation being as serious as it is, that will be happening some time soon.

  I make my way back to my room to see if Eve needs anything else. Sure I could have sent a prospect, but I can't help it, something about Eve fascinates me. Again there is no answer to my knock so I walk in, it is my room after all. Opening the door I come to a halt at the end of the bed. Fuck!

  Eve lays there on her side, naked, tangled in my white sheets, the towel fallen on the floor at the side of the bed. I shut the door behind me so nobody else can see her and stand and stare. She has a grip on the sheet in a tight fist under her chin, the sheets cover her breasts, but leave all her smooth back and ass exposed, one thigh wrapped over the sheet. Her hair is spread out over the pillow. She looks peaceful in her sleep. She's sexy enough to tempt even a saint, and I sure as hell am no saint. My cock is hard, about to bust the zipper on my jeans. This girl is going to kill me, she's so fucking tempting, but I can't go there.

  Eve stirs, making a sexual moan. It may have been a sleepy moan, but to my horny ears, it was sexual. Before I can move she opens her eyes, spying me standing at the foot of the bed like a freak. Her eyes open wide with terror and she screams at the top of her lungs making me wince.

  Fuck! I wish she'd stop doing that when she sees me.

  Chapter Four

  Eve

  Not long after I started screaming the door bangs open, smashing against the wall, closely followed by Elvis, Prez and Teresa filling the small room. "What the fuck happened?" Elvis shouts, taking in my almost naked figure and the man standing at the foot of the bed.

  "It's him. The man with the gun." I manage to stutter, pointing at the man as heaving sobs start to rack my body.

  Noticing the sheets are showing more than I'm comfortable with I draw them up closer and clench them tightly against me. "For fucks sake, will you stop screaming every time you see me?" The guy at the foot of the bed says, looking pissed. "I'm not my fucking brother.".

  Did he just say brother?

  Confusion slows me down enough that I almost miss Teresa moving in to hug me. "It's okay Eve," she soothes, drawing me closer into her. "He's not who you think he is. This is Angel, our VP, you're safe here."

  Teresa looks over at the man named Angel with nothing but trust. How can this be? He's the spitting image of the guy called Satan who pointed the gun in my face, he was going to kill me.

  Throwing a look of disgust in my direction, he storms out of the room. Teresa answers my thought before I have a chance to voice it. "Angel has a twin, called Kellan. He's known as Satan. It's a long story and it's not my place to tell, but I can tell you that Satan is VP of a club called Carnal MC. They're not good guys Eve, and Satan is one of the worst. He's who you saw at the store, not Angel." She takes a deep breath and looks right into my eyes. "What did he do to you?".

  I notice Elvis and Prez move closer to the bed at about the same time I remember that I'm naked beneath the sheet. Teresa notices my flush of embarrassment and turns to her father. "Dad, can you go find Eve's bags for me, I think she might want to get dressed before we have this conversation." She ends on a laugh the bitch. Elvis leaves the room chuckling, he's seen me running around his garden plenty of times practically naked when I was a kid.

  Prez moves over to Teresa, kissing her on the cheek. "Bring Eve to my office, we need to know what shit we've got to prepare for." Giving me a silent nod he leaves the room, pulling the door closed behind him. That's when I notice the hole left in the wall from when the door slammed open. Looking in the same direction Teresa laughs easily, "don't worry about it, stuff like that happens around here all the time. You would think they were a bunch of elephants not bikers from the damage they cause."

  As Teresa still holds me, it all becomes too much and I break down. I'm crying the ugly cry with great big heaving sobs. I feel like I'm going to break apart and she holds me tighter, murmuring soft gentle words that I cannot hear, but comfort me somehow. We stay that way for what feels like forever until Elvis returns with my luggage. Seeing the state I'm in seems to leave Elvis lost for words, and gently patting me on the shoulder he turns and leaves the room. I get it; he's not a big touchy feely type of man. He leaves the hugging and crying to the girls.

  Teresa helps me dress, reaching into my bags and finding me a fresh outfit to wear while I sit still on the bed.

  Feeling slightly calmer we set off for the office, and I get my first glimpse of the clubhouse interior. I'm not sure what I expected, probably something more dark and dirty from the books that I read. The corridor outside my room appears bright and clean, with off-white walls reflecting light from windows set in the ceiling. Pictures of motorcycles framed on the walls and posters on doors as we pass, some of women, others of bikes and some with naked women on bikes. A coolness fills the air, but there's no breeze or noise I'd associate with an air con system suggesting it's down to the design of the building. As we walk through a room that looks like a huge living area filled with sofas, a few tables and a huge TV I notice Teresa keeps throwing glances in my direction. Suddenly she stops me and grasps me in a suffocating bear hug. "I can't believe you're finally here," she squeals, almost deafening me. "It's been too long." She's right, it's been six years since I last held my friend. That was a horrible goodbye hug that tore me apart. That day I lost my sister. I can still remember it all.

  "I wish you could come with us Eve, I'm going to miss you so damn much" Teresa sobbed into my shoulder as we held each other at the airport. Elvis was watching us from the door that would separate us for six years. I wasn't sure how I was going to survive without my friend. She'd been there for me ever since we were babies. Three year old Emily Jackson threw sand in my face in the nursery playground. Teresa had a fiery temper back then and I inwardly laugh at the memory of the chubby blonde girl marching across the yard and punching Emily square in the nose. Her biker daddy taught her as soon as she could walk to not take shit from anyone. Teresa was always getting into some sort of trouble as she got older, but from the moment she punched Emily for me we were the best of friends. She always had my back, and took me along with her on her journey to become a rebel.

  I grew up the product of a single mother; being a mum myself I have a lot of respect for single mothers but my mum never wanted a child. I came along when she was too drunk to think about protection on one of her many one night stands. With no maternal instincts, she found it easier to find fault with me than to praise me; she would rather spend time down at the pub with her girls than nurture me. We soon fell into an uneasy truce and I spent as little time as possible at home. She ignored me when I was there anyway. I spent as much time as I could at Teresa's, they were my refuge. I'd spent more time at their house than I had my own growing up. Elvis was the closest thing to a Dad I had, and both he and his wife Babs treated me like a daughter. They knew why I never wanted to be home, I think the whole street knew what kind of woman my mother was.

  I was heartbroken when Babs passed away after a long battle with cancer just after our eighteenth birthdays. It wasn't long before Elvis broke the news he was moving back to Australia, taking Teresa with him. I understood he needed to go home, he needed his family. I just didn't know how I'd make it on my own. "We'll keep in touch, I'm sure I'll be able to come visit soon." Yet even as the words left my mouth I knew it wasn't going to happen. I'd just landed my first job, a part time barmaid at the local pub. It wasn't much, not enough to put a roof over my head never mind buy a ticket to Australia. I vowed to save every penny I could towards that dream, I needed my friend so much. I cried the whole way home from the airport. It felt like I'd not just lost Babs but all three of them. When I got home my mother was no comfort at all, reminding me of my dead end job and that I'd never amount to anything and never be anyone. I met douche-bag not long after that and he became my lifeline, until now.