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I had forgotten everyone was here.

I didn’t find any sympathy on my brothers’ faces. They all knew I fucked up royally, and not one of them would be quick to help me climb out of the hole I dug.

Angel walked over to me. As an officer in the Mother Chapter, he knew part of my story. The part that involved the FEDs and witness protection. He knew nothing aboutBecca and our history. Given what happened last night, it surprised me when I heard him offer consolation.

“Brother, you fucked up, but the hatred she’s feeling toward you right now, that’s a good sign. Means she still cares enough to feel something. Fix it, brother, anyway you can.” Angel slapped me on the back and walked away.

King stomped over to where I stood.

I wasn’t in the mood to hearI told you so, but this was my president, and I didn’t have a choice. I had to stand there and listen to whatever he had to say.

“You’re an asshole. You know that, right?”

“Yea, I’m aware. I don’t really need you to point it out.”

“Do you know why you’re an asshole?” he asked.

I looked at him. Did he think I was stupid? Of course, I knew what made me an asshole. I didn’t tell her the truth.

“I planned on telling her this morning. We overslept, and I didn’t have time. I wasn’t expecting everything to blow up in my face at the diner.”

I shook my head at my president.

“You’re an asshole because you had plenty of time to tell her last night. Instead, you chose to get your dick wet. You lied to her, then you used her. Now she knows it.”

Before I could reply, my phone rang, and Jack’s name flashed on the screen. “Jack?”

“Blade, get over here now. And bring Patch.”

The line disconnected before I could ask questions.

I looked up at King. He read the fear in my eyes before I ran out the door, not waiting for anyone to follow me.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Beck

“Fuck you, Micah!”

I slammed through the door of the diner, desperate to get away from all of them, but mainlyhim

He was alive.

He couldn’t be alive.

Rachel knew. Ryder knew. Grams knew.

They all knew, and no one said a word to me.

I didn’t know how to feel right now. Angry, shocked, thrilled, embarrassed; I was feeling the gamut of emotions. I couldn’t hold on to any of them long enough to examine why that emotion was front and center before it moved aside, letting in another, often completely opposite, emotion.

“Beck.” Turning around, I found Jack. Oddly enough, I wasn’t mad at Jack. “Sammy’s car is over here.”

Pointing, he guided me toward a white Toyota Camry.

He opened the door for me, and I slid in. Rounding the car, he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the ignition.

“How are you? That was a lot for you to get all at once.”

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