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“What situation is that?”

“The one where the pussy comes to the party, and I get it. Havin’ a baby here full time is gonna fuck that up,” I tell him.

“So you’re more concerned about your cock than the girl who’s gettin’ beaten?” he asks, anger in his tone. I get it. I do, and I do care about that, but damn, what about us? We can’t just change who we are and what we do because some girl is coming to stay here.

“No. That’s not what I said, brother. A man has needs,” I remind him. He chuckles and shakes his head, running his free hand over his face.

“Your needs can still be met. She isn’t takin’ over the clubhouse, Van. For fucks sake, brother.”

“I’m just sayin’. A baby in the clubhouse is gonna change the dynamics. No smokin’, no loud music.”

“Why no music?” Pike asks, looking confused.

“The baby will be sleepin’ and shit,” I remind him.

“The walls are thick. I don’t think that’ll be an issue. You need to calm down a little,” Mask tells me.

“I’m just thinkin’ about the situation,” I tell him.

“There isn’t a situation, Van. Besides, it might be nice to have shit calm down around here a little.”

“Are you goin’ soft on us?” I ask teasingly. Mask flips me off as he shakes his head.

“Hell no. I just see the benefits of it calmin’ down a little.”

“Which are?” I ask.

“Fuck off, Van. I’m about sick of your ass today. Always questionin’ me.”

“You’re tryin’ to make a point, and I’m tryin’ to understand it,” I tell him with a smirk on my face. I know Prez hates when I fuck with him like this. Hell, that’s why I do it. I like getting a rise out of him.

“The goddamn point is fuck off, Van. She’s stayin’ here, and if you don’t like it, go get a room somewhere, you asshole,” he snaps at me. We laugh as his face turns red. That’s just the reaction I wanted from him.

“You sure get pissy easily.”

“You get annoyin’ as hell. I can see why you don’t want a woman around. You’d piss her off in a heartbeat.”

“That’s not true. Ladies love me.”

“I bet they do.”

Chapter 2

Chyanne

Nicole is helping me pack up my stuff. I never thought it would come to this. I never thought I’d be pregnant and moving into a biker clubhouse because I have nowhere else to go. This wasn’t what I planned for myself. It isn’t what I wanted out of life, yet here I am.

“Don’t cry,” Nicole says soothingly as I wipe the tears from my cheeks.

“I can’t help it. I’m an emotional mess,” I tell her truthfully.

“I know you are, but this is for the best. He can’t bother you there. He won’t be able to come anywhere near that clubhouse,” she tells me. I know she’s right. I know what she said, and after talking to Mask, I know I’ll be safe there.

“I know. I know all of this, and yet I still feel sick to my stomach,” I tell her.

“Derrick doesn’t deserve your tears, babe. He never has. He didn’t want this because if he did, he wouldn’t have put his hands on you. Look at the bruises, Chy. You’re doing the right thing,” she tells me before walking over and pulling me into a hug. I hold onto her for dear life, afraid to let go. I know this is the right thing to do, but there’s still a part of me that wishes I didn’t have to.

I know what Nicole does at the club, and it scares me. What if the guys think that’s what I’m there for? What if they try to touch me? Mask assured me no one there would bother me and that he announced my arrival. That still doesn’t make things good in my mind.

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