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“Y—Yup.”

“And he’s going to be a daddy now,” Clash added. “He knocked that bitch Lindy up.”

Everyone was having babies but me it seemed.

“B—But she w—wants me to gi—give up the baby.”

“Not gonna happen,” Snyder exclaimed, laying a friendly hand on Sandman’s chest. “We’re going to help you change that. Just like we’re going to change a lot of things around here.”

Faces I didn’t recognize stepped forward, and by the strange expression on Snyder’s face, it looked like he didn’t know them as well.

Skid held out his arm, motioning to a guy with long brown hair and a major scar over his eye. “This is Joaquin. He was a friend of Warrant’s. He’d like to prospect the club, along with these two... Gideon and Kody.”

Snyder outstretched his hand, welcoming them. “It’s good to see some new blood around here. Just remember that this girl is mine,” he said with a wink, keeping a possessive hand around my waist.

Joaquin chuckled, giving me a quick glance. “Oh, don’t worry, I have no interest in the Prez’s Ol’ Lady.” Was I dreaming or did he just shoot a look Skid’s way? Maybe Skid would get his happily-ever-after after all?

None of the sweet butts bothered to welcome me back, but that was okay. As long as they kept their filthy paws off my man, we could live in harmony.

“So, what happens now?” Clash asked, looking around the room.

Snyder took my hand, then made sure he made eye contact with every man wearing a Lewd Outlaw cut. “We rebuild. We reorganize. We grow.”

“And what if the Crows come after us?” Wasp questioned.

“Then we take them down. But my goal is to turn the head of this club in a different direction, one that doesn’t give the Lewd Outlaws such a sour name.”

“Amen to that!” Poison shouted, holding up a beer. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m sick of our tainted name. I’m ready to ride into a new era, one where mayhem and carnage doesn’t follow us at every bend.” He placed a beer in each of our hands, and held his up to the sky.

“Let’s drink for all of our fallen brothers and sisters. The ones that lost their lives far too soon. Let’s drink for our family, and this cut we proudly wear on our backs, but most of all, let’s drink to living life as an Outlaw. We ride through life one road at a time and have each other’s backs until the day we die!”

“I’ll drink to that!” Snyder exclaimed, downing his beer. He took another drink and gave me a wicked grin. “And I’ll drink for my men, may you all fall like I have, finding the person who completes every part of you, and makes you want to be a better man.”

Clash kept his beer away from his lips and lifted his mouth in disgust. “Ew, that’s never going to happen to me. There’s not a woman in this world that can handle a man like me, and I’d like to keep it that way. Single life suits me.”

Giggling, I had a feeling Clash was going to eat his words, eventually. There was someone out there for everyone, I was just happy that I found mine in the midst of my darkest hours, and he was there to uplift me and bring me out of the depths of Hell I was drowning in.

Snyder’s lips covered mine in the sweetest kiss, and as the music turned back on, and his men went back to partying in the background, we found solace within each other’s arms, knowing that as long as we were together, we could get through anything.

It was Snyder and me against the world, and if anyone had a problem with that, then may they suffer the same fate as all the men who dared to hurt me.

Epilogue

Shasta

(Three Months Later)

I stared down at my hand, my whole body shaking with both delight and fear.

How was this fucking possible?

Was life playing jokes on me again?

But the signs were all there. The constant nausea and vomiting in the mornings, the missed period for at least two months, and the tiredness I never got over. The faint second line was there, taunting me with endless possibilities and hope I didn’t think was possible.

Tears saturated my eyes as emotions overwhelmed me, and I sank to the floor in a puddle of my own euphoric shock.

There was a soft knock on the door, but I was too far gone to answer it, so I just sat there crying instead, realizing a miracle sat in my hand that I didn’t think was possible.

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