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The room is completely silent besides our ragged breathing. Ronny slips out of me and I hiss at the sudden loss, wanting that heat back.

I turn around on my back, trying to catch my breath, realizing my panties were ripped from my body at one point and thrown onto the floor.

My dress is pushed up around my hips and my bottom half is exposed. Ronny smirks. “I’m half tempted to take you to the club with me dripping out of you.” He seems satisfied at the thought.

I hobble to the bathroom with my legs pressed together, and he busts out laughing at the sight of me walking like this. I flip him off over my shoulder.

An Hour Later

I had to hug Madeline for a good thirty minutes while Ronny went over her routine with his parents for the third time, and they just let him.

He is worried about leaving her just as much as I am. Madeline is much healthier than when we first got her. Her rash has improved, and she had a checkup just this morning. She has even gained weight and that made me very happy, even though she is still under the threshold she needs to be.

We are on his Ronny’s bike. He has me wrapped in a leather jacket to keep me warm, my body flush against his back to keep me covered so I don’t flash anyone.

Ronny is wearing his cut over his button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tattoos on display, and I run my hands along his forearms to his shoulders, loving how hard he is under my palms.

The best part is that he is all mine.

The club comes into view, so he slows down and pulls into the parking lot next to a row of bikes.

He turns off the engine and helps me get off without flashing everyone my goods. I take off his jacket and he places it in the saddle bag for later.

He takes my hand and looks behind me, then fixes my dress at the back, pulling it down.

Ronny moves me away from the traffic, with me closer to the building. In front of me is a metal grate, and I sigh. Why in the world would a club have a metal grate when women are wearing heels? That is a disaster in the making.

Instead of me having to tiptoe through it, Ronny lifts me up easily and walks me across. I shake my head, smiling at the way he is. “God, you know how much I love you?” I just feel the need to tell him.

He stops in his tracks, cupping my face. “I love you, my girl.” I will never tire of him saying that.

I’m living a dream.

The door to the club opens and we are hit with the sounds of loud music, people talking, and the smell of alcohol.

“Let’s go in, we need make sure Christopher and Zach are still alive.” Ronny takes my hand again and walks us inside. We stop to let our eyes adjust to see if we can see the girls.

After a few moments, we spot them at the right side of the room where it’s roped off for us.

Ronny tucks me close to his side to make sure no one nudges into me, causing me to fall.

Carter, one of the kids of a close family friend to the club, sees us and opens the rope. “Thank God, I need backup,” he mutters, and looks over to his sister Arabella who happens to be laughing and smirking at the meanest-looking guy in the club.

Tiana is sitting in one of the seats, eyeing someone across the floor. I look over, following her gaze to see another huge fucker wearing a cut from a club I don’t recognize.

The man turns around and leans against the back of the bar, eyeing her with just as much attention.

“Fuck me, do you see that man?”

Uh, that is not a man. He is a whole-ass mountain towering over everyone. Her dad is a scary fucker, but I think this man trumps him.

“Do you know that club?” I ask Ronny.

He looks to where I’m looking and Christopher comes over too, pulling Elle with him. “I think they’re the club that opened up the next town over. We had a meeting with them to make sure they were legit, and they are—they are just a newer and rougher club,” he tells us, and Tiana sits up a little straighter at that.

Oh shit.

She uncrosses her legs. “I think I need to get a drink.” She gives me a wicked grin that tells me she is going to get in trouble.

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