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“Perfect,” he said to himself.

He put the baseball cap on and started to drive. Keeping himself low key, not wanting to deal with the police. When he saw the obnoxious glowing lights of the strip club, he caught himself smiling. He made sure to drive around back of the building.

It was a weird feeling though. Not showing up on his motorcycle with his leather cut. Not walking into the place like he owned it. Feeling untouchable.

Fitz checked himself in the mirror. He was as hidden as he could be. He climbed out of the car and went to the back door.

Patience paid off in seconds as one of the dancers opened the door and hurried out. She was on her phone, calling someone a fucking asshole. Fitz slipped right into the back of the strip club. He knew where to go. He’d been in here several times. He knew where all the dancers liked to hang out. Specifically… one dancer…

Fitz walked to her little stripper station and sat down in her chair. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit, but that was expected. As he rubbed his stubbly chin, he smiled. There was a plan now. At least a plan forming. Answers were waiting. They were close.

Fitz took out his gun. A moment later he heard the sound of voices. One voice much louder and more controlling than the other. Fitz smiled.

He waited just a few seconds before a familiar face appeared. Wearing a thin robe, not tied, mostly open, her beautifully large tits showing.

“You’re as hot as ever, Honeysuckle,” Fitz said.

She looked at Fitz and gasped. And her eyes went wide.

“Sorry, should I just call you Macy instead?” Fitz asked.

He stood up, gun in hand, and smiled.

“You and I are going to have a nice, long private session together.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

This is What He Did to Me

Mara felt like a science project with a camera up between her legs. To her right, an ultrasound tech looked at a grainy screen. To her left, Darrow stood big, tall, and mean. His eyes moving from the screen to Mara and back to the screen.

Outside in the waiting room, Virus sat in a chair, black jeans, black boots, black T-shirt, and his leather cut. He flipped through a pamphlet on breast pumps and asked the cute receptionist if there were any pictures available. The receptionist blushed and giggled. Virus then asked her to model a breast pump for him.

The receptionist stood up and went to the copy machine and made copies of a blank piece of paper, just to get away from the biker that made her feel so uneasy… yet turned on.

Outside the medical office, Dolph and Amos waited, looking around, running protection not just for Darrow, but for Mara and the unborn outlaw baby in her womb.

Back inside the room, Mara swallowed hard. The wand up inside didn’t exactly feel all that comfortable. But it was the suspense of watching the ultrasound screen that got to her. If by some chance she really wasn’t pregnant…

“Okay, this right here is your womb,” the woman said. “And this littlethingright here… that’s your baby…”

A few clicks later and the machine began to print a picture of the ultrasound. Mara stared at the screen. Her eyes welled with tears. She turned her head and saw the look of shock on Darrow’s face. His jaw dropped. Eyes wide.

“You’re sure that’s a baby?” Darrow asked.

“That’s a baby,” the woman said. “If you were expecting the little one to be riding a Harley, it’s a little too soon for that.”

“Is that some kind of fucking joke?” Darrow growled.

“Darrow,” Mara whispered.

The woman blushed. Hard. “S-s-sorry. Uh, yeah, this is your baby. Still very early in the pregnancy but from what I can see and measure, everything looks good. Now we’ll listen to the heartbeat…”

When Darrow heard the whooshing sound, it felt like someone grabbed his heart and did something to it. He never felt so connected and empowered in his entire life. Not to mention terrified. Knowing he would now spend the rest of his life protecting this life. No matter if the baby was a boy or a girl. No matter how old the kid was. Darrow suddenly pictured himself as an old man, kind of like Custer and Warren, wrinkled but fierce, still fighting and defending his child.

Outside in the reception area, Virus stood at the counter, asking the cute receptionist if they had any videos of a birth. He wanted to see what it looked like. The receptionist excused herself once more to find her office manager.

When Darrow and Mara emerged from the back of the office, they were glued together. Darrow’s arm around Mara, holding her close to him. Mara holding the long strip of ultrasound pictures, unable to stop crying.

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