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“No. It’s not good at all. Your husband is scum.”

“No shit, Darrow. I’ve hated him this entire time.”

Darrow managed to get him and Mara outside and onto his motorcycle. The rest of the guys were already on the move. That was good. It allowed Darrow and Mara to put distance between themselves and the club.

That feeling did not sit well with Darrow. At all. He wondered if what he was doing right now was actually any different than what Fitz had done.

I’m not a rat,Darrow thought to himself as he felt Mara’s grip on him tighten as he picked up even more speed.

I’m… not a rat… but I am being swayed by some pussy… and it’s going to cost me my leather cut and my life.

Chapter Twelve

Thought Process

All Mara wanted was a giant glass of wine and two Xanax and to sleep for a full day. Twenty-four of pure, uninterrupted sleep. Her entire existence seemed to ache at this point. Her head, heart, and soul for sure. Going up againstSOFRAWwas not easy to do.

Her mind kept playing scenarios of Cyrus forcing her to take a pregnancy test, which would have obviously come up negative.

Then what? Huh? What would you have done then, Mara?

That scolding voice scared her. And even though she was back in Darrow’s apartment, that didn’t mean things would calm. She stood at the counter, a wine bottle next to her. Behind her she heard the rattling of a pill bottle as Darrow walked toward her.

“Whatever you need, babe,” Darrow said as he placed the pill bottle on the counter. “I’ve got some work to do here. Look at me, Mara.”

She turned her head. She looked up.

Darrow touched under her chin. “I just put my fucking life on the line for you.”

“Aw, how sweet. Want a blow job?”

“That piece of shit fucked your heart up, Mara. I don’t mind the challenge. Just know I’ll keep to my word.”

“What word? I’m not even wearing your ink. I’ve got nothing, Darrow. Nothing but a collection of lies.”

“You have me, babe,” Darrow said.

All things considered that was pretty damn romantic to hear.

“I have to go,” Mara said.

“Go? Where?”

“I have my own business to tend to, Darrow. I am not going to hide here for the rest of my life.”

“You think you can go out there and—”

“I’ll text or call if I need you,” she said. She grabbed his shirt and jumped to her toes. “I’ll see how well you keep your promises.”

“You’re not going out there alone, Mara. You’re carrying my baby, remember?”

Mara snorted. “Yeah. The fake baby.”

“Meaning you need protection.”

Mara opened her mouth but Darrow wouldn’t let her speak. He kissed her instead, shutting her up. Then he ordered her topark her assuntil he got her protection. Mara wasn’t a fan of being bossed around so much.

Even though Darrow had a way of making it really fucking sexy.

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