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Slade felt chills touch his spine. Just like that, the President of Sins of Fire Real Anarchy West was looking at him. Looking for his thoughts and opinions.

“Way more shit than we need,” Slade said. “I can tell you what else we need,Prez. We need as many bodies at this tableas possible. We need our enforcers focused and ready for war. We need our prospects willing to take a bullet for anyone in this clubhouse. We need money. We need someone with half a brain to deal with the tech side of things.”

“Linc?” Cyrus asked.

TheVPnodded. For a second, Cyrus reached for the gavel but he stopped himself. There was no need for it. Instead, Cyrus stood up.

“She’s wearing another man’s ink,” he said. “She’s carrying your baby. That’s a problem, Darrow.”

“What’s the fix?” Slade asked.

“Got to get rid of the ink,” Cyrus said. “The man who inked her is a rat. He’s no longer part of this club. That means she’s no longer part of it either. Except in this case she’s carrying the baby of another member. Only way to make it right… get rid of the ink.”

Darrow swallowed hard. Cyrus then pointed at Darrow.

“You’re going to get rid of the ink.”

Chapter Nine

Now You See It… Now You Still Do… Differently

Mara’s mouth watered for a fucking shot of whiskey or a bottle of wine. Maggie lingered on the other side of the bar, too fucking close. She even went as far as getting Mara a glass of ice water and a glass of soda. Her body also wanted pills.

Yes. Please.

Fuck. Yes. Please.

She knew more aboutSOFRAWthan most. She had picked up on rules and unwritten rules and guidelines and their sense of justice for a long time now. When everyone thought she was just some old lady or some inked up bitch or some marriedcunt.They all knew her as the one who would smack some sluttydeeceelike Maggie across the face if need be. In reality, Mara didn’t give a single fuck if Maggie guzzled Fitz’s cum on a nightly basis.

The clubhouse was sort of back to normal now. The enforcers lingered around Mara as though she was going to take off running. It was far too late to run. At the far end of the clubhouse, that’s where the outlaws handle their business.

Prayer.

Mara remembered hearing that term for the first time and the way it conjured up different images than a bunch of leather cut wearing men who gave no fucks about normal society. That was their version of a church. A place to pray. Decisions made. Fates sealed. All that cliché bullshit.

Mara touched her stomach. Her womb very much empty. A lie told that gave her an extra little bit of time to survive. Same for Darrow too. Horrible thoughts echoed around in her mind. Reality and truth would have to collide in this situation. She could only fake a pregnancy for so long.

The doors to prayer opened. Cyrus stepped out first, followed by Linc. Then Darrow.

As soon as Mara saw Darrow, relief hit her. Followed by a quick burst of that butterfly feeling in her stomach. She felt her mind tossing itself right back to being on the couch with Darrow. Finally touching that steel-hard cock of his. Finally feeling his touch between her legs. Letting him inside her. Feeling him pulsing, throbbing… feeling his warm cum inside her…

“Virus, Amos, Dolph,” Cyrus spoke loudly, shattering Mara’s thoughts. “Take a walk. Watch the lot and gate with the prospects.” He turned his head. “Custer, Warren,black out.”

Mara had never heard that term before. The aged bikers nodded. They understood what it meant.

Black out… as in… death…?

“Darrow, get your old lady and do what’s right,” Cyrus said.

Mara stood up as Darrow walked toward her. She had this strange desire to launch herself at him. Wanting to jump into his arms. Wanting him to embrace her, hold her. Wanting him to run like hell and take her away from theSOFRAWclubhouse. Yet she knew in some twisted way, this clubhouse and this life and this group of outlaws were her fate.

Darrow slipped a hand against her right hip and then to the small of her back.

“Walk,” Darrow growled at her. “Don’t say a fucking word either, babe.”

Mara kept her mouth shut as she was led to the clubhouse door and outside. The sunlight hit her and it felt like a tease. Like she was going from darkness to light back to darkness again. Behind her she felt the presence of Cyrus and the others. Cyrus most of all. He carried an aura about himself that was violent and dark. Powerful too. They went into a garage.

For Mara it had a familiar feel to it. It reminded her of the night Fitz demanded to ink her. He had been blasted drunk and declared he wanted Mara to wear his ink. On her ass. In fact, Fitz slurring his words that night, said he wanted to tattoo Mara’s hole. He wanted to draw around her…ass… hole…

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