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“Me either. We pay his ass good money to work for the club. What’s the point?” he asks.

“I don’t get it either.” And I don’t. Why is he doing this? What’s the point?

“I’m gonna tear his ass up for this shit.”

“Don’t forget we have an outsider here, Mask. You don’t want her seein’ too much,” I remind him about Chyanne.

“Fuck, I know. We’ll take it outside,” he says as I nod my head and agree.

“I agree.”

“Good. Now we wait on his ass to come back,” Mask says. I nod my head and grab a beer from the bar before popping the top off and taking a long pull. I glance around the room when Nicole strolls over.

“Sorry about Chy. She’s been bored out of her mind and wanted something to do,” she explains. I lean against the bar and look at her.

“Doesn’t mean she needs to do it. You said it yourself: you’re worried about her health.”

“I am. Chy needs to relax, but I also don’t like telling her that she can’t do something,” she says.

“I get it. Maybe we can get her on some paperwork or somethin’ for the club and stores,” I tell her, watching her eyes light up. She smiles and nods her head, her long blonde hair tumbling over her shoulder. I reach up and brush it back, watching the way her lips part. Out of all the girls here, I’ve never fucked Nicole. I don’t know why; she’s beautiful and full of life.

“Why have we never hooked up?” she finally asks what I’ve been thinking.

“I don’t know. Timin’ was never right, was it?” I ask her. She was always with another guy, and I was with another girl.

“I guess not. We should make time,” she purrs as she presses herself against me. I let my eyes trail over her until something else catches my eye. Chyanne walks into the main room and everything just feels off. Having Nic on me like this feels wrong, and I don’t know why.

“Maybe sometime,” I tell her before shoving away from the bar and her. I stalk through the room and drop onto the couch at the back of the room, wondering why the hell that girl affects me the way she does.

“What’s wrong with you?” Pike asks before dropping down next to me.

“Nothin’. Just wonderin’ why I didn’t fuck Nicole yet,” I tell him as my eyes track Chy around the room.

“Is that why you’re watchin’ the new girl?”

“I’m not watchin’ her.”

“What the fuck, Van. I’m sittin’ here watchin’ you watch the girl,” he laughs. I turn my head to look at him before flipping him off. Fuck him. I can look at whoever I want.

“Since when is it a crime to look at hot ass female?”

“Hot? She’s pregnant, brother.”

“And what? She still has curves. Fuck, look at her,” I tell him, nodding in her direction. He turns his head and eyes her up and down before groaning next to me.

“Yeah, you’re right. Still fuckable,” he agrees.

“I didn’t say fuckable, asshole. I said hot.”

“She is pretty nice to look at. Never fucked a pregnant girl, though,” he adds.

“And you aren’t gonna start with her either,” I warn him. He chuckles and slaps a hand on my shoulder before I finish off my beer and stand. I head out the side door, pulling out a cigarette from the pack and lighting one up. I don’t want to smoke around her being pregnant and all.

I don’t know how long I’m out here when she comes out.

“You mind if I’m out here?” she asks.

“You can go wherever you want,” I tell her.

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