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She looked around the room. When she'd entered, she'd spotted Jagger immediately, and then he'd disappeared. She thought for sure he'd last more than a minute. If nothing else, to see why she was breaking one of his rules.

"Looks like I'm on my own. Your president took off." She tipped her glass, finishing the rest of the drink. "No worries. I'll find a cheap motel."

It was common knowledge any guest had to be approved by the president. That went for any bitches that stayed after the parties and went into the bedrooms with Havlin members.

She wasn't familiar with the way Jagger ran the clubhouse in Seaglass Cove. But considering Jagger's dad created Havlin years ago, she assumed he'd need to grant her permission to stay, which would never happen.

"Wait around. He'll be back. There's a party going on. Enjoy yourself. The clubhouse will be bouncing all night." Rush shrugged. "Besides, Jagger won't kick you out, or he'd have to answer to Mama Sue."

Rush winked and walked away from her. Warmth filled her. Being around those she'd come to love through the years brought comfort. It hadn't been the same in Beaverton since Jagger opened the new chapter.

She finished her drink. There were others she knew from Beaverton. Dio and Link. Bane and Cord. Jagger had taken many older members with him when he started the chapter.

That figured, seeing as how he started the chapter from the floor up. He'd want experience backing him and forging the way for new members.

Cora caught Katrina's gaze. It was odd to have an aunt. She would've preferred to have someone twice as old as her to welcome into the family. Someone who she could maybe visit at Christmas like other people tended to do.

What was she going to do with an aunt who was around her age? Swap Snapchat handles?

Used to not fitting in with other women outside of the MC, there was no reason to try and get to know Cora. She wasn't here to be judged for her life, and she sure as hell wouldn't change her life for anyone.

Cora broke away from her husband and approached Katrina. As soon as her aunt reached her side, she grabbed Katrina's hand. Instantly, she stiffened.

"I'm so glad you came." Cora let go of her. "How long can you stay?"

"A few days." She had no other plans.

The club could do without her. The job she had made their life easier but wasn't necessary to keep the club running.

"Would you like to stay at our house?" Cora pointed across the room at Wire. "I—we have a Sprinter van behind the building that we're going to stay in tonight, so we don't have to drive, but I can give you the address—"

Nah." She softened her voice. "Thanks, though. I'm good."

The last thing she wanted to do was crash at her new-found aunt's house and make her think she couldn't take care of herself.

Taking Rush's suggestion, she said, "I'm staying here."

"Oh, good." Cora smiled. "I want to talk with you tomorrow after we all get up. There's so many things I want to ask you."

"Hm." She crossed her arms. "There's not much to say."

"We're related."

"But we don't know each other."

"We will." Cora nodded. "It just takes time."

"If you say so." She turned toward Cora. "I'm going to find a vacant room. I'll catch you later."

"Sure." Cora frowned in disappointment. "See you tomorrow."

She walked away. It wasn't her job to make Cora happy. She came to see what her aunt looked like and found out. There wasn't anything familiar between them, except they both had the same hair color—though Katrina hadn't seen that color on her head since she was sixteen and dyed her honey-colored hair black.

Black hair fits her personality more. There was nothing bubbly about her. She was moody and temperamental—that's what Mama Sue called her.

Passing the table with the drinks set out on it, she grabbed a bottle of whiskey that still had some liquid. She'd need it to get to sleep.

Usually not a drinker, the idea of seeing Jagger tied her up in knots. She needed something to relax.

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