That urge never went away despite the shitstorm she brought down on Slag.
Dinah smiled at the two men she was talking with and helped the servers clean up the tables. His cock pulsed, spreading pleasure through him. Going by the glances, the solemn mood shift, she constantly remained aware of him in the room.
She walked around the counter and stopped in front of him. "Stop it."
"Problem?" He raised his glass and took another drink of beer.
"Quit staring at me." She stacked the used trays and put them on the kitchen window to be washed by the two women who were employed by Slag to clean before the bar opened again. "Everyone knows what you're doing."
"No one knows."
"You're lying." She lowered her voice. "I even had a customer ask me if I belonged to you because of the way you're hovering around me."
"Isn't that what you want?" He took in the flush at the base of her neck. "Someone to help you escape? Play the helpless woman to the customers, hoping they'd help you?"
Her gaze narrowed. "Go to hell."
He downed the rest of the beer and handed her the empty mug. "Been there. Didn't stay long and came to America. They weren't too wild about bikers if I remember right."
She frowned, shaking her head. He enjoyed her confusion. While Hell was a village in Norway, he took pleasure in getting under her skin.
There was nothing like a frustrated woman, all hot and bothered.
"Ja." Peer stepped over and took the glass from Dinah's hand. "Hell is too quiet. Not enough action."
Dinah exhaled harshly, sneered at both of them, and walked out of the bar into the hallway. Brage tapped the counter with his hand, calling it a night.
She couldn't run far. Roar was in the alley waiting for Lizzy and Coco, and the prospects were at the gates.
"You look like you need a few more drinks, brother." Peer wiped down the counter. "Are you going to stay up and join us in the clubhouse or hit the sack?"
He needed to drink himself into bed, but because Dinah would get herself in more trouble trying to escape while he was knocked out drunk, he wouldn't be joining the others. "I need to babysit."
Peer chuckled. "Enjoy your night."
"I wish I was." He stood from the stool and turned back to Peer. "Anything from your baby momma?"
Peer shook his head and ended with a shrug. That's all he was going to get out of him. Since Kelli came back to him pregnant, poor Peer couldn't tell which way was up. Kelli had left again without telling anyone where she was going. No man should have to go through that.
He walked down the hallway, checked the breakroom for Dinah, and continued out of the building. In the alley, he looked around for her and found her with Monica and Heather.
Rune slapped Brage's arm. "Want to ride?"
"Can't." He lifted his chin in Dinah's direction for his excuse not to hit the street. "Where's Elling?"
"Inside."
He walked toward the clubhouse, leaving Dinah to talk with the ladies. Even if she tried to convince them to open the gate for her, the prospects wouldn't allow her out.
What he needed to do would be better done without her around. Going by the text he'd received an hour ago from Roar, Elling had made headway in the background check on Dinah.
Finding Roar, Elling, Marcus, and Joel waiting for him, he headed inside and walked to the back of the room, going down the hallway to the meeting room. Once inside the room, he sent a text to Glenn asking him to watch Dinah for him.
Once he got an affirmative reply, he sat at the table with the others. "News?"
"More than I expected to find." Elling slid a file across the table. "Do you want to read it yourself or hear it?"
"Go ahead." He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms.
He anticipated hearing about the usual things a single woman would acquire. A mediocre credit rating, last known address, maybe a divorce in her past. If Elling worked the channels Slag MC had set up for such a purpose as investigating their enemies, he could find a person's relatives, VIN numbers, and well-buried secrets.
They used the information to harass individuals and put punishment on those closest to their enemies. He hoped to find out about the man he found her hugging wearing Moroad colors.
"Luckily, Roar had Dinah's social security number because of her working at The Fire Ring." Elling leaned forward and braced his elbows on the table. "Except, I noticed a discrepancy which is what took me a few extra days to research. The information I got through the social security office doesn't match her birth certificate. But, before I get to that, we'll start with the basics."
Elling looked at Brage to go on, and when he received permission, he said, "She told you she was twenty-six years old and through Social Security, it says that she's twenty-four years old."
"It could be a typo and something she never thought was important to fix," said Roar.
Elling shrugged. "I thought of that. Plus, she could've lied about her age. Dinah wouldn't be the first woman to do that when hooking up with a man. Though they usually claim to be younger, not older."
"The next thing that stuck out to me is her birth certificate, it lists Brad Reed as her father and a woman named...get this, Jane Doe as her mother." Elling's gaze intensified. "Born in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, which is about forty-five minutes west of Federal."
"Okay," he muttered, following along.
Elling's gaze widened. "That's where things got interesting."
"How so?"
"Brad Reed is a member of Moroad Motorcycle Club, along with his younger brother, Tony." Elling inhaled deeply. "Brad is forty years old. Tony is thirty-nine years old. If we go off Dinah being twenty-six years old, that would've made her father fourteen when she was born. Even putting her at twenty-four years old, that would make Brad Reed a sixteen-year-old dad. What
