Page 54 of Taming the Demon

“You ready to leave yet?” Virus asked. “All this pregnancy stuff has me feeling a certain way.”

“Go outside,” Darrow asked. “We’ll be right out.”

Darrow and Mara were then met with the office manager who stated that Virus was officially banned from ever coming back to that office. In the back of Darrow’s mind, he laughed, wanting to tell the office manager she was lucky it wasn’t Priest who had been here. Chances were Priest would have offered to put a baby in the receptionist.Or try to use a breast pump to milk his own cock…

That was just how the outlaw life went. The highs and lows were fast and collided together hard. Mara holding the pictures of the baby she and Darrow had unexpectedly made. Darrow thinking about Priest, who still remained in a coma.

When they exited the office, Darrow stopped Mara in the hallway. He touched under her chin and looked down into her eyes.

“We’re really having a baby, Darrow,” she whispered.

“Yes we are, babe. You need to wear my ink. We need to make all of this official. I would die to protect you. And would die to protect our baby.”

Mara didn’t hesitate for a second. She nodded. She wanted to wear Darrow’s ink. She was already carrying his baby. They were now in this together.

No matter what.

Cyrus held out the ultrasound pictures, smiling like a proud father himself.

“Look at this,” he said. “Amazing. Fucking amazing.”

He turned and put an arm around Mara and pulled her in for a hug. She felt uneasy for a second. The allure of Cyrus being President ofSins of Fire Real Anarchy West. The amount ofviolence on his hands. The amount of death on his hands. And yet something like a pregnancy could turn him into mush.

Cyrus kissed the top of Mara’s head. He then moved over to Darrow. They hugged, punching at each other’s backs like some feral animals trying to show off their strength.

“Something else to announce,” Darrow said as he stepped back from Cyrus. “Mara is going to wear my ink.”

The clubhouse fell mostly silent. There were rules for the club set in stone. There were rules up for debate. There were implied rules, unwritten rules, and plenty in between.

Cyrus looked back for Custer and Warren. Looking to the elders for some kind of council on the subject. An old lady only received one set of initials. That’s how it was always done. When you let an outlaw ink you, that was it. You were that outlaw’s property for life. Except in this case, Mara was fucking a different outlaw. Carrying that outlaw’s baby. And her old man… was a scum fuck rat.

“She’s been inked already,” Warren said.

“Where?” Mara asked.

Without hesitation she turned and dropped her pants.

“Yeah, girlfriend!” Maggie called out and whistled. “Show off that ass!”

“Here! Here!” Monte bellowed and raised his half empty beer glass.

Mara blushed as she reached back and tugged at her right butt cheek, showing off the black mark that covered up Fitz’s initials.

“Where do you see it?” Mara asked. “Huh?”

Darrow gritted his teeth and his nostrils flared. He wanted to kill every single one of the guys looking at Mara.As far as the women looking, that was perfectly fine…

Mara stood up and picked up her pants.

“She’s got a point,” Cyrus said.

“And a very nice ass too,” Custer said.

He winked at Darrow.

“We allowed the ink to be covered up,” Linc said. “For good reason. She’s had nothing to do with Fitz. As far as I see it, this is a clean slate.”

Linc turned his head and nodded at Darrow.

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