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“Oh no, I’m sorry.”

She waves me off. “Oh honey, no, it’s fine. We party around here all the time. We all know how important it is for you to get used to everything around the clubhouse. You’re Tyrant’s wife, his ol’ lady, and none of us want to mess that up for the big guy.”

“Thank you.”

She nods, offering a kind smile. “Next up, for Thanksgiving, Henley will be doing a lot of the cooking. We’ll help with whatever he needs, of course.”

“Yum,” I find myself commenting before I can stop myself.

“Exactly. That man can cook like nobody else. I can’t wait to see what he comes up with.”

“Does anyone visit family?”

She hums to herself, thinking for a beat before shaking her head. “No, not really. One year some members came over from the Georgia club. I’d barely gotten here, though; I’d just graduated and was trying to find my place. They had some seriously hot prospects, but they were related to the OG Prez, so I didn’t get to fuck any of ‘em.”

“You went to college?”

She laughs, looking at me like I’m crazy. “Oh, God no. As soon as I got my diploma from Wahoma High, I was hitching a ride up the hill to the clubhouse. I knew there was only one place I wanted to be and it was with the local MC. It was the right move; I always knew I was destined for greater things than my momma and daddy.”

I nod. We clearly have different ideas with what we wanted in life, but now that I’ve lived life a bit as an adult, I see nothing wrong with spending an easy life around here. With the way Tyrant dotes on me, I can even see myself being happy. Possibly fulfilled, if he helps me get my daughter back. Which we spoke to a lawyer last week about my options. They aren’t good, but we’re taking the steps to get there. At least that’s what Bo Robinson promised during our consultation. I’m hoping he keeps his word and files the restraining order this week, so I have some sort of legal protection between me and Josef.

I shudder, thinking of how he’ll react when he gets the notice from law enforcement. He’ll be furious to be bothered by them in the first place, then when he realizes what their visit entails, well, someone will be getting punished. I don’t doubt it for a moment. I’ll be saying a prayer for whoever it is, as I will wear the guilt from their impending punishment on my conscious.

“You’ll still be here, right, hun?” She asks, drawing my attention to her once more.

Will I still be here? I suddenly can’t picture myself anywhere else. Tyrant has become someone special to me and the clubhouse is growing on me day by day. The only thing tugging at my heart is my daughter. Not even my parents at this point, after my walk through the community, my relationship with them has been forever changed. “I plan on it, yes. I only hope I’ll have my daughter by my side.”

“Don’t you worry, that lawyer’s a good one. He’s gotten the guys out of trouble a couple of times. Without him, they’d be in jail.”

Well, that doesn’t make me feel any better. The lawyer may be good at criminal law, but what about custody and family law? Inwardly I groan, not wanting to think of the uphill battle this will surely be, when I only want to picture the ending where I finally have my little girl back in my arms.

“Sugar,” Tyrant growls as he strides towards me. I didn’t hear his motorcycle pull up, so I must’ve been paying better attention to the movie than I realized.

“Hi,” I offer a smirk, loving the gleam I see reflected back at me in his stare. He’s just as eager to see me as I am him. He towers over Twilah Jane and me, raising a brow in her direction as if to silently ask why she’s still here.

“I’ll catch you later, Blair,” she says and heads for the guys making their way out front.

“Okay, thanks for the movie,” I call, not wanting to be impolite.

“Movies without me?” Tyrant rumbles and I grin, then nod. We usually watch one or two each night before bed, alone, together, under the covers while we snuggle.

“Yes sir, everyone is determined to keep me occupied when you’re not around.”

“Sir, hm?” his voice lowers, coming out all raspy and gruff. It makes me want to kiss him, but I’m not sure if it’d bother himbeing in front of random people. Tyrant can be a bit on edge about sharing anything going on with him or us to anyone other than the fully patched members.

The tension in the room each night between us has been building to the point it has us both on edge. I thought for certain the first night I came here we’d have sex, but instead he let me sleep. Each day I’ve been waiting for him to demand I open for him, but it still hasn’t happened. In fact, I find myself being the one reaching for him in the middle of the night when I wake up, panicking. The dreams are getting less and less intense, but I still want to know he’s beside me. Even with my arms tightly wrapped around him and barely any clothes on for bed, he hasn’t pressured me for sex.

It’s driving me crazy. I want him so badly, but I’m not sure if it’s the right thing for me to ask him to fulfill my lingering fantasies of us together. He says he wants me to stay at the club, to be his wife, but he hasn’t touched me like he did when we were in Las Vegas. We’ve made out every single night, but he always stops before it goes too far.

Never did I dream of being the one wanting us naked and writhing in bed together.

“You eat?” he asks. He checks with me every time he has to leave and he can’t watch me eat a meal for himself.

“Yes, Twilah Jane and I had a bowl of cereal.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “That chick and her fucking Fruity Pebbles.”

I scrunch my nose. “Yeah, they’re pretty gross. I like the plain flakes with bananas and strawberries.”

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