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“And you don’t think holding this from us didn’t cause more problems?” Wasp asked, looking just as agitated as me.

“I realize now the mistake I made, and I’m asking for your forgiveness. You deserve closure. Whether it’s bringing her home to Austin, or leaving her there to fly on her own. You should have the chance to see her and at least confront her one last time. I shouldn’t have held this information from you, Prez. I’m sorry. I truly am.”

My fists clenched, unclenched, then clenched again. I was bordering on a catastrophic meltdown if someone didn’t hold me back.

Axl did.

“Prez, he meant well.”

I shot him an angry glare.

“Well, he did. He was trying to help the club heal from Sabbath’s untimely death, and help her find peace away from the club.”

My nostrils flared in anger. “Are you saying I should just leave her there?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m just saying don’t hate him for trying to fix the club. He was just doing what he thought was best, and like he said, he’s sorry for keeping it from you. You can see the remorse on his face. Give the guy a break. We’re all suffering in some way. Some of us are just better at hiding it than others.”

Priest’s sad eyes hardened.

Yeah, that motherfucker was in pain, too. But I don’t think it was Shasta he was upset over.

“So, why are you giving me this now?”

He shrugged. “It’s time.” He picked up a few books that fell on the floor and put them back on the shelves. “I told you where they are. What you guys do with it now is up to you.”

Wasp and I shared a look, the same look we gave Axl. We all were in silent agreement... we were going after them.

But the question was, would they return with us, or did we lose them for good?

Priest finished picking up his books, then turned back around to face me. “You can punch me again if you want, but we both know it won’t solve anything.”

He was right.

Punching him helped a bit, but it didn’t fix the anger inside of me, and it only delayed me finding my girl.

“We’ll talk about this later,” I growled, already making my way toward the exit.

“Where are you going?” Axl shouted after me.

I didn’t even bother turning around to look at him or Wasp, I just kept walking, shouting over my shoulder at him, “To get my girl. And if you’re smart, Axl, you’ll get on your fucking bike and come with me to do the same.”

Two sets of heavy boots fell into step behind me, and as I mounted my bike, I shot a look over at Wasp, the determination in his eyes the same as mine. We both were chasing after the same girl, and I couldn’t help but wonder what we were about to ride into?

Would she be happy to see me? Would she be happier to see Wasp? Did she even love me as much as I loved her? Was I making the biggest mistake of my life? Or was I walking into an impossible situation? One where she would end up hating me forever for even bothering to show up, and trying to stake my claim on the heart I yearned for with every breath of my soul.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Shasta

Veins popped out of Ramona’s forehead as she gripped my hand, teeth bared, pushing as hard as she could when the doctor told her to. Adrenaline spiked in my body as tears spilled from her eyes, exhaustion taking over.

“I can’t do this,” she cried.

She had no pain meds. We didn’t have time. By the time we got to the hospital, she was already dilated ten centimeters, and the baby’s head was crowning.

Josie held a vomit bag near her mouth, and she threw up again, the pain getting worse. When I asked her why she didn’t go to the hospital when she started having contractions, she said she thought they were Braxton Hicks. They weren’t.

Baby Ramona was ready to enter this world, and Momma was doing her best to bring her here.

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