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After a few minutes, he pulls out of me, and I roll over to face him, a smile on my face. I reach for him, running my fingers through his hair as he looks at me.

“You’re gonna kill me, baby.”

“You’re not bad yourself,” I tease him.

“Not bad? I’m the best,” he says before placing another kiss on my lips.

“Why were you drinking so much?” I ask him, wanting to know more. He sighs, the scent of alcohol still strong on his breath.

“I’m a little like you. I wasn’t lookin’ for anything, and then there you were. I didn’t want a family. I didn’t want kids. I was content livin’ my life the way I’ve always been, but there’s somethin’ about you that I want, Chy. And that means there’s a baby involved. I was just … fuck, I thought about stayin’ away from you, and the thought just tore me apart.”

“So you got drunk and sang karaoke?” I tease with a smile on my face.

“Not my brightest hour, babe.”

“Clearly. So this was about me?”

“Somewhat. Mostly about me. I hated myself for what you saw. I hated that you didn’t know how to look at me. That really bothered me,” he admits to me.

“It bothered me too, but that isn’t all I see in you.”

“It’s not?” I shake my head on the pillow. I see more in him. A lot more than I’m sure others see.

“No. It’s not, or I wouldn’t be here right now,” I tell him.

Chapter 13

Van

“Why don’t we just kill them all?” I ask as we sit around the table, talking about a new MC who has been moving into the area.

“You need blood?” Mask laughs as he looks at me. I shrug.

“I just don’t think gettin’ into a war with them makes sense when we can handle them ahead of time. Kill the motherfuckers now, and that’s that,” I tell him. Make chuckles and shakes his head.

“They haven’t done shit to us,” he reminds me.

“Doesn’t matter. They will. Every MC who’s tried to move in on us has fuckin’ stayed quiet at first and then tried to strike later,” I remind him. We’ve been here before. We’ve dealt with other MCs who have tried to move into our territory, and we won. We remain on top here, too. We need to handle them before they move on us.

“I think you’re still drunk,” Pike chimes in. I flip him off and light a cigarette, pulling nicotine into my lungs.

“No smokin’, remember?”

“We’re in church. No kids in here,” I remind his ass as he tries to get after mine. I smile at him as I glance around the room to make my point.

“Fuck. Okay. Back on track,” he says, looking around the table. “What are we lookin’ at?” his question is directed to Free.

“Not many are movin’ in as far as we can tell. Maybe seven guys,” he says.

“Seven guys? What the fuck kind of club is that?” I ask as I smoke.

“Not a big one or just a few of them comin’ to town. Either way, I don’t like it,” Mask adds.

“You scared of seven guys?” I tease.

“Fuck no. It just doesn’t make sense to move seven guys in. What’s the plan?”

“Why don’t we set up a meeting with them? See what we can find out.”

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