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I stop walking and face him. "And what exactly do you think I’m bringing into the club?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah!" I poke my finger into his tattooed covered chest. "Seriously!"

"Will you two girls stop the cat fight and get your asses out here." Cut's voice came from the end of the hall. Lighting a cigarette, he looks up. "We have shit to discuss."

Devin 'Cut' Sinclair is the spitting image of my father. Hence his name. He's the perfect cut of my father, Devin Sinclair, Sr. Not only does my brother look exactly like my old man, he's fiercely protective of the club, just like my dad. There was never any question in Cut’s mind what kind of life he was going to live. The club is in his blood. These guys, our brothers, are everything to him. He lives and breathes everything, Devil's Fury.

Since my father's murder, Cut has really stepped up. He stuck with changes that needed to be made to ensure the survival of the MC. It was a different time when my father ran the club. Devil's Fury wasn't always on the up and up, but the old men did what they needed to do to make sure the club and the family survived.

I follow my brother to the bar of the clubhouse. "Lenny!" I call to one of the prospects our club currently has. "I need the purse from the Beamer." I toss him the keys.

"No problem." He runs from the room.

The twenty-four-hour ban of pussy didn't last long enough. I'm sure my brother thought Savannah would be up and around before the hours were up, but no such luck. Once the clock hit twenty-four hours and one second, the sluts were back in full force. Tits, ass and pussy were hanging out everywhere and the guys were acting like they were starved.

I love these brothers because I grew up with most of them. I don't remember my life without them, but some of them are so crass. Lick especially. He doesn’t give a fuck where he is or who’s watching. If he wants to get his dick sucked by one of the Fallen, then he does it. No second thoughts. Right now is a prime example. He’s sitting on the couch with his head back, one bitch's head bobbing between his legs while another one is sitting on his face. That man will lick anything with tits.

"So?" Cut asks.

"Her name’s Savannah."

"Last name?" Hawk asks.

"Ray.” I answer Hawk. “Jesus, I'm sure her family’s freaking out."

"That. Or whoever did that to her face." Cut is right.

"I'll talk to her some more. I'll get the information from her."

"I need to know what we're dealing with, brother."

"I got it."

"Here." Hawk hands me a bag. "Your mom brought these by. Thought the girl would need them."

"Savannah."

"Yeah, Sin, Savannah."

I start to leave when I see Lenny come back with a bright pink bag. Christ, it’s huge.

"Matthew." Cut using my formal name gets my attention. "You know she's not Sienna, right? You know that no matter what she has to say and what her story is, she is not our sister. This isn’t history repeating itself."

"Yeah, Dev. I know."

"Hey." Sin comes back in with my purse and a plastic bag. "My mom brought you some clothes. She thought you'd need them, until we get everything straightened out." He hands me the bag.

"Thanks." I say as I eye my purse.

"Oh sorry, here." He passes my purse to me and I pull out my phone and see that my worst fears have come true. Tyson. He is not very happy. Tears instantly come to my eyes.

"Hey, sugar, is everything alright?" I shake my head as I scroll through the texts.

Savannah, where are you?

Savannah, where are you? Answer me.