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“Looks like yours is slightly better than mine.”

“What about your mom?”

“She had one too many good time adventures with a needle after I left town.”

“So, the club really is all the family you have left?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“And you almost lost that?”

“I did.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It was my own fault.”

“Still, that had to be hard to handle.” He nodded and continued to rub up and down my arm. I think it was more to comfort himself at that point. I snuggled in and hugged him. “You have me now too.”

“I’m thankful for that, baby. So fuckin’ thankful that you didn’t let the stories about me frighten you away.”

“I’m glad you’re the man who proved those stories are ancient history.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re perfect, Ree.”

“Nah, maybe just perfect for you.”

“Damn right.”

15 - Questions and Pee Stains

Reesa and I fell asleep on her couch the night before. Luckily, I woke early enough to head out before her kids caught me there. One day, there would come a time where it would be normal for me to stay. Imagining coming home to my family got me through the next few days of rough transition as Quickshot assumed the presidency of our chapter. Spike had been asked to step up and become the VP, but he declined for personal reasons.

Snake ended up taking the spot. It was a wise choice. He had the right temperament for leadership that meant he wouldn’t abuse the power given and he would be good in a crisis. Quickshot seemed a bit reluctant to accept his new position, but promised Ghost he would give it a shot because it would help ease some of the tension caused by the shakeup.

It was a shitty time to have to ask my new president for a favor, but he also happened to be the one dude who could find any information online. I gave him all the information Ree supplied about the men her husband hung out with before he died, the ancestry DNA files, and all the information I’d already gathered on Terry, Dina, and Danny. Then, I also told him about the strange man who had been camped outside of Ree’s house a while back. They hadn’t seen him since, but that didn’t mean anything. He could have realized he’d been made and got smarter about his surveillance.

“You claiming her?” Quickshot asked. I knew where he was going with this. If I didn’t claim her, his hands were tied. He might still help me, but any club business would be a priority over making sure my woman and her family were safe and not blindsided by a bunch of bullshit from a petty ass bitch again.

“Yeah, man. Gonna make her my old lady.”

“You sure? It hasn’t been that long.”

“Positive. Sometimes, you just know. I’m not taking the chance of letting her go when she’s fucking perfect for me.”

Quickshot nodded. “Fine. Get out of here and I’ll get back to you as soon as I have something for you.”

“Where are you headed?”

I turned to see Trouble and Hollywood standing there as I loaded supplies into the supply van. “Personal mission.”

Trouble’s brows shot up as Hollywood chuckled. “Personal stalker kind of mission that gets your kutte snatched, or personal revenge mission that protects loved ones?”

“The second one, asshole.”

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