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And even though her dad had never caught her and Jagger together-together, he was irrational because he once caught her sitting on Jagger's lap in his room. The situation had become violent for reasons she had yet to figure out.

She'd asked Jagger many, many times and even discussed the problem with Mama Sue. No one would tell her why her dad had such hostility toward Jagger.

She often wondered if her dad was jealous because Jagger got to be with her while she grew up, and her dad was locked in a cell. But that wasn't her fault. Her dad made his own choices and committed a crime. He couldn't blame her for his incarceration.

"Are you ready to get out of here?" mumbled her dad.

She wanted to tell him yes because Jagger infuriated her. But she couldn't face leaving him again.

"Katrina," shouted a woman behind her, stopping her from answering her dad.

She turned around and found Cora holding her breasts as she ran across the parking lot behind the clubhouse.

"Jesus. We don't need this shit." Her dad exhaled loudly. "Be ready to ride out in an hour."

Her dad stalked toward his bike, escaping. Katrina pressed her lips together. Her father wanted nothing to do with his younger sister. A sister he hadn't even known about his whole life.

Cora glanced at the duffle bag on the ground where Bane had dropped it and frowned. "Are you leaving?"

"I..." She thrust her hand in her hair.

She had no idea what was happening. Jagger manipulated their relationship. Her father wanted to control her life. She worked for Havlin in Beaverton and had never known anything but the lifestyle. For once, she would love to have some say about her life.

Cora frowned. "Is everything okay?"

She knew nothing about her aunt. Yet the woman seemed to want to reach out to her. How many ways could she tell her that she had no room in her life for someone else?

"If staying at the clubhouse is hard, you're welcome to stay in the spare bedroom at our house." Cora raised her brows. "Or hey, you can stay in the van."

"Van?" She scoffed. "Yeah, right."

Couch surfing was one thing, but going homeless and sleeping in the back of a van had no appeal to her.

"A BMW Sprinter van." Cora laughed. "It's nice. I lived in it for a year while I traveled around. I can take you to the house to check it out."

Blood relative or not, Cora was whacked out of her damn head. Where the hell would she get a Sprinter van at her age unless she stole it?

"I'm serious." Cora looked at her expectedly. "You can stay anywhere. At the house, a campground, or even park behind the club—I'm sure it'd be okay. Of course, you'd have to ask Jagger first. But he let me stay here last summer when I tried to find my brother—your dad."

Her upper lip curled before she could control her jealousy. Jagger went out of his way for Cora but not for her.

She crossed her arms and looked over at the clubhouse. Surprised to see Jagger standing outside having a cigarette, she had a wild idea.

"So, let me get this straight. You don't care if I live in the van in your driveway?" she asked.

"I would love it." Cora smiled wildly. "Meeting the rest of my family is all I've wanted for eighteen months. We can use the time to get to know each other."

"I'd need a job," she mumbled as ideas formed.

"I could ask at the coffee shop to see if we could use another—"

"No." She shuddered. "I'm used to serving drinks—to bikers, not to townspeople."

"Oh, well, everyone here gets their own drinks at the Havlin parties." Cora motioned her arm. "Let me ask Wire. He'd know what happens here when the women aren't here."

"Hm." She stared at Jagger.

He was looking at her. Probably trying to figure out why she was still here. If she played her cards right, she could stay longer, and her father would either have to change chapters to stay with her or go back to Beaverton, which would leave her alone with Jagger.

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