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“Alright. After Ghost is back home in California, you can jet. But let me be very clear. If I need you, I better not hear any shit. Got me?”

“Um.” Savage sat up and glared. “Do either of you care what I think?”

“No,” the both of us said in unison.

“Fuckers,” Savage growled, sulking back into his chair.

“Alright,” I said, leaning forward. “Tomorrow, we leave for the Sons of Hell. Savage and Whiskey, you two are going with me along with Slaughter. So, get him ready.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Remi

“Can’t thank you enough for coming,” King said as he showed me the cabin we would be staying in.

The Sons of Hell had a sweet setup. A beautiful two-story log-cabin clubhouse, nestled deep in the Shenandoah Mountains, surrounded by twelve smaller cabins. The place looked more like a retreat than a motorcycle club. Then again, living in one of America’s best tourist hot spots, it was reasonable that the club would want to blend in.

“Don’t thank me.” I smiled up at the handsome man. “I’m just here to see my father and the woman he married and meet your wife. I hear she is a handful.”

King groaned. “You have no idea. Right now, she’s on a tear and threatening retribution if Banks doesn’t fix shit with LeeAnn.”

“Who’s that? Another wife?”

“Oh God, no!” King gasped. “She is Laurel’s mother and a serial bride.”

“A what?”

“Woman has been married more times than a polygamist. She’s gearing up for wedding number six. Or is it seven, cause number six just passed away. Hell, I don’t know. I do know that woman is a handful and Banks fucked up when he put his two cents in.”

I smirked. “Let me guess. A Southern Bride?”

King nodded. “Yep.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Thanks,” he muttered.

“So when is my father due to arrive?”

“They should be here soon enough. Though I’m not sure why Vladmir decided to bring everyone.”

“Because Maxim is a nosey motherfucker who loves a good laugh. Fucker wouldn’t miss this shit for the world,” Max said, walking in with a proud smile on his face.

Narrowing my eyes, I glared at my husband. “Where the hell have you been, and why the hell are you smiling?”

Puffing up his chest, my husband proudly announced, “’Cause I just got patched into the Manly Club.”

King rolled his eyes and groaned. “I’m gonna beat that boy’s ass.”

“Can’t let you do that, Prospect.” Max smirked, taking a seat on the couch and reclining back like he owned the place. “I’m under orders to stop you by any means necessary if you harm one hair on his head.”

“CAMERON!” King roared out the front door. Seconds later, a small blond-haired boy ran over, smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeah, King?”

“What the hell have you done?”

“Nuttin’ yet. Why?”

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