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“Good choice,” I reply, turning my back to her, and stalking through the clubhouse, my thoughts on who it could be crashing the party.

I grab the Glock I kept tucked in the waistband of my jeans, ignoring the curious looks I was getting from my brothers. Just as I step outside into the parking lot, a tiny beat-up car stops next to me, and I narrow my glare at the woman who steps out of the car; her eyes unsure as she clears her throat.

“Hello, Ky, you’re looking good,” she speaks softly, reminding me of the way she’d sound after we’d fucked each other into oblivion. No, now’s not the time to take a trip down memory lane.

I cross my arms over my chest, staring her down. “Mariah, what the fuck are you doing back here, and what do you want? You were certainly in a rush to get away from me four years ago,” I demand gruffly, feeling bad for the hurt that crosses her face at my words.

“I came to talk to you,” she replies, standing taller, and flicking her long blonde locks over her shoulders

Fuck me, not now!

I will my dick to settle as I feel it press against the zipper of my jeans. How’s it possible after four years of not seeing her, she still has this effect on me?

“Okay, so talk,” I tell her, not giving an inch. She doesn’t get to come back after leaving me and ripping my heart out the way she did. I was prepared to spend the rest of my life with her, but obviously, she had other ideas.

She looks around nervously, sighing deeply. Noticing the crowd that has gathered around us.

“Not out here. Can we go somewhere private?”

“Why?” I demand. “What’s going on?”

I stare her down, hating that I find myself getting lost in her deep blue eyes all over again. After a few seconds, she’s the first to break eye contact, then silently goes about opening the back passenger door, bending down, she comes out with a sleeping child in her arms. He couldn’t be more than three years old, and I try to ignore the thumping of my heart in my ears as the implications of who this kid is hit me.

“Who’s that?” I ask. But my voice comes out raspy, my eyes unable to leave the sleeping kid.

“This is Finn. He’s your son.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Seraphina

It’s hard to breathe, as I fight to swallow the lump lodged in my throat. The words the beautiful blonde woman spoke repeating on a reel inside my head.This is Finn. He’s your son.I was hoping I’d heard wrong, but the look of shock on Ky’s face when she said it was enough to send me reeling.

Why did I think following Ky would be a good idea? What’s that saying?Curiosity killed the cat.

Boy, did it ever.

Why didn’t I just get in my damn car and drive away from this place? Then I wouldn’t have heard any of this, and I would be none the wiser. My heart leaps into my throat, and I can't help but gasp as Ky and the woman both whirl around, their eyes locking on me, catching me red-handed, eavesdropping on their conversation. The shock and guilt on his face when he looks at me was plain to see, but seeing the woman that had arrived on the clubhouse’s doorstep with a boy that looks to be the same age as Willow.

Not just any boy, but Ky’s son—shocked the shit out of me.

After the orgasm he gave me with just his fingers, my bones were like jelly, and I was ready to forgive him for everything that had transpired since we slept together last night. A night that suddenly felt like a million years ago.

I’d been on the verge of telling him about Willow

But now I couldn’t wait to get out of here.

Disregarding me entirely, he takes the woman by the hand and leads them further into the clubhouse, disappearing from view. So that’s it then. We’re over before we’ve even truly begun. Thiswoman turns up, whoever she is, with a child, and I’m thrown away like yesterday’s dirty laundry.

Clearing my throat, and willing myself not to cry, I square my shoulders, lift my chin in determination, and return to the party, which surprise, surprise, has come to a screeching halt. The music is off, and everyone’s talking in hushed whispers. I slip past the bustling crowd, my footsteps silent, making my way to the empty room in the clubhouse where Ella is with the children.

Pinning a smile on my face, I open the door, and immediately see Willow, she’s playing in the corner with the boy that had just arrived with Ky’s ex. My little princess is kind to everyone, and pride swells inside me.

I had taught her well.

Clearing my throat, I search out Ella, finding her with Ivy, Everleigh and Kick’s little girl.

“I’m here to pick up Willow.” I tell her when she turns questioning eyes to me. She looks at me with understanding in her kind green eyes, and I give her a tentative smile of thanks. When Willow sees me, a wide smile breaks out on her beautiful face as she jumps to her feet and runs for me. “Mommy, I made a new friend,” she says excitedly.

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