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I take advantage of Aurora holding Alexander and wrap my arms around her from the side, placing my face into her neck. She tenses but doesn’t try to move away. Instead, she leans into me, causing hope to build.

“I’ll walk through the heavens and the earth for you, my Firecracker. Whatever you're hiding, you have two weeks to tell me, or I’m getting Tech on it,” I inform her, refusing to break her trust again, and her whole body freezes.

Slowly, I kiss her neck and inhale deeply, taking in her scent, before slowly guiding her down the aisle, all while repeating in my head….

Two weeks.

Two weeks.

Two weeks….

18

Aurora – One Week Later

I rush into the room, happy its unlocked while hoping not to get caught, and look around. I haven’t been in here yet, and I’m not sure how, but I managed to give the prospect who was watching me, Timmy, the slip.

I was hoping Doc would be in here, but the room’s empty.

It’s weird because it looks like a hospital room with white walls, hospital beds, and all the equipment you’d find in the ER, yet if you walk out the door, you are back in the rustic clubhouse with oak walls and different kind of brown furniture, pictures of the growing club on the walls, a memorial wall in the common room behind the oak bar, and a pool table.

I swear this place keeps shocking me with how big it is.

The basement has a makeshift gym and boxing ring, while the ground floor has the common room, council brothers' rooms, and the offices for the president, V.P., treasurer, and Road Captain, which is Theo.

I discovered he’s also the club's secretary, so he has two offices here. Apparently, he’s giving the position to Pitbull, his best friend, because Theo prefers the Road Captain position, but Pitbull doesn’t know yet, or so I’m told by Brook and Sarah, Snake's old lady.

The ground floor also has a very large kitchen that is a chef’s dream, and rooms for the clubwhores. The second floor is for the prospects and first-year brothers, and the third and fourth floors are for the rest of the brothers.

Apparently, every two brothers have a shared bathroom between their rooms, only the council members have their own bathrooms.

Sarah mentioned that some brothers live here, and some just stay during club parties, while the council brothers all have their own property on club land near their parents, like the Huntsmen MC.

And then you have the backyard, which is a child’s dream. It has a massive play area, benches, and two large BBQ sets on the patio for family days.

Doc's medical room is right in the middle of the clubwhores’ rooms, which, yeah, I'm not too happy about. Those women, except for Crystal, hate me because, apparently, I took the last standing council member, even though he’s the one who took me.

He lied for Christ’s sake, so it’s not like I trapped him for his flipping patch, which currently hangs in the walk-in closet at home—I mean at Theo’s.

Dammit!

I bite my lip, twisting my fingers together, my eyes going round the empty room. My plan is not going well, and I’m now thinking of Theo’s place as home, which my daughter also sees as her home, which just proves I know this is the right thing to do, even if I am scared.

I look around the room again. Should I just leave and go sit back in the common room, or should I wait?

But Timmy may be angry, and he’s nice, despite wanting to be a part of a club.

“You know he won’t want you much longer before he runs straight back to me where he belongs,” a whiny, high-pitched voice says, making me turn.

A woman who is clearly a clubwhore, her bra and G-string proof of that. Obviously, she doesn’t care that it’s only afternoon. I purse my lips as she looks at me with distain, her pink hair down and straight, which doesn’t match her complexion.

She has jealous patch chaser written all over her.

I raise a brow at her, and taunt, “Let me guess, you were his regular fuck until about a year and a half ago?” She freezes, shocked that not only did I answer back but also that I called her out on her shit. I smirk. “Yeah, that’s when he met me.” I take a step forward, not knowing where this side of me is coming from after so long. I state, “You see, he made me fall in love with him before I even knew he was a brother. He lied to me, married me, adopted my daughter—” She sucks in a breath. I smile sweetly, “—and then purposely knocked me up.” Her nostrils flare. “I think you're in coo-coo land, so I suggest you turn your skinny, plastic ass around and leave, before I rearrange that fake nose of yours.”

Her breathing picks up, and she takes a step forward. Instantly, I brace myself, hoping she tries to attack me, my fists itching to hit her, especially knowing this is the kind of woman he went for, but my wishes of hitting her hard are dashed when a tatted hand grips her arm and pulls her back.

The woman gasps and stutters, “Doc, I-I….”

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