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Tech – Three Months later

I give Peter a one-finger salute before turning my truck around in his driveway.

I’ve just dropped Josy and Ollie off after spending a few hours together at the arcade. Ollie spent the time trying to win the games, while Josy was trying to figure out a way to get her sister and me back together, including me kidnapping her and locking her up until she realized we were meant to be.

I must admit, I did consider it for a few minutes, before writing it off.

Fuck, I miss my girl.

Don’t get me wrong, I see her every day. I’ve been inside her as much as I can in between trying to find the evidence Prue has, and keeping up with my club duties.

Fuck, I even convinced her to come on the fun run, riding on the back of my bike, and despite the glares from Momma, it was amazing having her wrapped around me again.

Yet, we’re not back together. We’ll fuck, but that’s it, and that fucker Ty is still around, too. I’ve wanted to ask the kids, but the thought of putting them in that position didn’t sit right with me.

Sighing, I point my truck toward the vet office, and stop outside, annoyed at seeing the familiar sedan.

Fuck’s sake.

My grip on the wheel tightens. It’s getting harder to try and control my anger; fuck, I’ve even looked into fighting for money again, which is something I promised the brothers I wouldn’t do since taking over from my father as treasurer.

My girl only wanting to fuck but not wanting a relationship is fucking hard. Every time I bring up her moving in with me, or wearing my patch again, she shuts me the fuck down. Fuck, half the time, she’s gone by the time I wake up; whether it’s here or at my place, she’s always gone. I get it, I’m a man; I should be happy with that, but I’m not. I want her, all of her…and then there’s my mother. I recently learned that she fucking starved Tats when he was growing up because he could have been my father’s—since Tats’ mom was a clubwhore.

I squeeze the steering wheel; I want to kill someone, everything is becoming too hard.

Also, it turns out my mother claimed to be pregnant, causing my father to claim her before the so-called truth came out about her faking the pregnancy to get his patch. Ironically enough, a month later, she was pregnant with me.

My father felt like she tried to trap him, and so he fucked Snatch, Tats’ biological mother, out of revenge. Snatch wanted a brother’s patch and believed having a brother’s baby would get her the patch and the life that came with it.

It obviously didn’t work.

Tats was fucking punished his whole life just for being born, and the brothers have spent weeks trying to make it up to him after he tried to hand in his patch.

I shake my head, looking at the vet’s office again. I could go in there and spill the beans about our sexual relationship, but then I could lose her completely. Plus, that shit is fucking pathetic.

Fuck, I only had her last night, then woke up to her gone a-fucking-gain. My hands itch to feel her, but a part of me knows I need to drive away; I need her to miss me, to fucking want me.

Dammit, I sound like a pussy….

My phone beeps, and I sigh, grabbing it, knowing it won’t be Brook because I can see her smile at something Ty says. Fury builds higher, and I quickly grab my phone, knowing I’m going to kill the fucker at this rate. Unlocking the screen, I click on the message only to freeze.

Doc: Quinn was shot by Jingles.

Fuck! Putting my truck into drive, I spin away from the vet's office, and head back to the club with my heart in my throat.

If Breaker loses Quinn, then we’ll fucking lose him.

Over five hours later, I’m slumped on a chair in the medical room, watching Breaker and Quinn sleep.

After I got to the club, it was fucking chaos. The women were crying, and Noah, the poor fucking kid, was shaken up.

Turns out Jingles, Noah’s birth mother, a clubwhore, had a gun pointed at his head, and Quinn jumped in front of him before the bullet could hit him, taking it the bullet to her shoulder. I then spent two hours trying to figure out how in the fuck Jingles snuck into the club, only to see via surveillance, that Anthony, a new prospect, let her in after she gave him a blowy.

Safe to say, the fucker is gone, and Jingles, well, she’s dead; Breaker killed her, making sure she suffered.

I stretch a little, trying to be quiet. Monitoring the cameras is how I saw Breaker watching Quinn like a hawk. My sitting here watching her is the only way to get him to fucking sleep; I also offered to knock him out.

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