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“Good news, babe.” Creed replies.

“The grouchy bastard would’ve been intolerable, so thanks baby cakes,” Rogue smiles widely and I flip him the bird.

“We’re wasting time. Our brother has a little girl to rescue,” Havoc interrupts, and I jump to my feet.

“Prez is right. We need to go now while we have the surprise. Can’t believe those idiots showed up on horses.” I shake my head.

Havoc’s brow hikes in amusement, “Yep. Just picked up some farm animals for the compound. Looks like we have a tax write-off.” We chuckle, knowing the club sluts will be ecstatic. They’ve been asking for a baby cow for the past two years.

“Wait, you’re going to get Graceful Joy right now?”

“Yep, it’s time,” I respond and grab an extra clip, just in case. I replace my cut with my solid black leather jacket and place the clip in my interior pocket for later. Best case scenario, I won’t need to use it, but if I do, I’ll have it at the ready.

“I need to go with you.”

“Not happening, the four of us answer as one.”

She laughs at it, then grows serious. “You have no idea what my daughter looks like. They won’t give you her simply because you ask them to. She was the Profit’s daughter. She’s the most coveted child on the property.”

Havoc sighs, Creed’s gaze hits the floor, Rogue stares at me. I release a heavy breath and concede, “She’s right. They have no pictures.”

“Fuck,” Havoc grumbles before giving me a nod. The brothers follow up with the same and we’re in agreeance. It’s another layer of danger, involving Blair, but it looks like we have no choice in the matter. My woman is coming with us.

Chapter 19

Blair

We ride together. I’m on the back of Tyrant’s motorcycle. It’s cold, but I grip him tightly, using his solid frame to break the bulk of the wind. His body heat, paired withmy excitement over seeing my Gracie Girl, makes it not so bad. The ride does seem to take forever as anticipation fills me to the brim. One of the prospects follows us in the big truck they’d originally stuffed me into. They’re bringing it for my daughter. When I told them I could wind fabric around me to strap her to my chest, my suggestion was vetoed right away. I can understand their concern, and it’s not something I would typically suggest, but I was under the impression only the brothers were going and would be riding their motorcycles. The truck makes things much easier and then I don’t have to be concerned over her getting too cold in the chilliness of the fall night.

The gate comes into view, and we roll to a stop in front of it. There’s no one around, so I lean over, keying in the password to the gate box. Josef never changed it. A whirring sound fills the air, then some clanging, before the massive black steel gates begin to part, rolling in opposite directions. As soon as there’s enough space to fit the motorcycle, we’re darting through the slim opening.

I point to the biggest building sitting in the middle of the community, the House of Worship is bright white and stands as a beacon of hope. However, once you get inside, you’ll find nothing but evil resides in that so-called temple of purity. I know Graceful Joy will be kept there since Josef had organized the crazy act of violence, involving so many other members in his wretched behavior. I’d expect nothing less though, as he always has people around to do his dirty work, keeping his hands clean for the most part.

The bikes come to a rumbling stop out front of the building and the massive stained wooden doors are pushed open from the inside. Members pour outside, their shocked gazes fearful as they take in each rough biker surrounding me.

Havoc’s commanding voice floats over the crowd, “We’re here for a child. She doesn’t belong to you.”

The brothers and sisters hiss in his direction, and Tyrant suddenly sits taller. He reaches for his waist, and in the next moment, a shot rings out as he points his gun to the sky. “None of that bullshit. We’ve come for my woman’s child. You’ll give Graceful Joy up, or I will start killing the person closest to me. Mark my words when I say I do not give a fuck who you are. I killed your godawful Profit, and I will kill you next if the child isn’t brought to her mother. Right motherfuckin’ now.” His words are harsh, but it’s exactly what the people need to hear.

“How dare you! You’re a disgrace!” My mother comes forward, her irises dancing with disgust. She spits towards us, and luckily, it lands on the ground, or I have a feeling Tyrant would lose it completely.

His gun points directly in my mother’s face as he declares, “Disrespect my wife again and I will bury you. Blair is the best woman I’ve ever met. How dareyoube too blind to notice.”

I gasp behind him, my hands on his sides, squeezing him. I can’t believe he just stood up for me like that to my own mother. My father steps forward, grabbing my mother’s arm. He tugs her back into the crowd. He won’t meet my gaze and while it would’ve crushed me before, it doesn’t hold a candle over me anymore. My parents died years ago when they crossed through the gates to this real-life hell. The people wearing their faces are no longer my family. No, I believe that title now falls on the boys surrounding me with motorcycles and the people back at the clubhouse cleaning up the carnage that was created by my previous people. The group that was supposed to be pure, caring, giving, and holy. They created mayhem, and the Kings had to put them to rest because of it.

Julie leaves the House of Worship. As she takes the steps down, I see the bundle she has wrapped in her arms. “You takecare of her now. I did my best while you were gone, but she needs her momma.” Her words are whispered as she hands my little girl to me. She’s asleep, but as she’s passed to me, her big brown eyes open, gazing at me with so much joy and love, it makes my heart sing.

“Momma?” she whispers sleepily.

“That’s right, baby. I came for you and now I’m taking you home.”

“‘Tay, is rate, Momma. Bed time.”

I can’t help but chuckle. I would always tell her that it’s late and bedtime in the middle of the night when she’d wake up and beg me to hold her. She’s so little, and yet, I can’t help but feel like I’ve already missed so much. Julie hands over a big tote, and it’s packed so full, the stuffed bag looks ready to burst. She softly squeezes my bicep, meeting my gaze once more, and I silently thank her for taking care of my girl and for loving her while I was gone.

Tyrant kicks the stand down on the bike and stands up. He relinquishes the tote from my hands and walks me to the big truck idling beside the bikes. He has his gun firmly in his other hand, pointed to the side so if anyone approaches to take the baby or harm us, he can shoot them immediately. My massive biker is not messing around when it comes to our safety.

“You girls get in the truck,” he murmurs, opening the door for me. He places the hefty tote in the middle of the truck seat, then helps me up next since I’m holding my daughter.

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