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Tanner shrugs. “Nobody digs up bodies on the reservation.”

“Exactly,” Ruger says, not bothering to hide the flicker of irritation across his face. Tanner seems like he’s just asking questions but… there’s definitely tension here. I know I’m not crazy about the tension because Quin feels it too.

“Should Zayna and I–

“Stay right fucking there,” Tanner growls, his eyes narrowing and then relaxing again. Almost imperceptible. But not completely imperceptible.

Quin stays quiet, so I guess she’s the type to listen to her man. I get it. That man looks fine enough to obey completely. No offense to Quin.

“Darlene back there?”

“Nobody will find Darlene,” he says.

“Southpaw won’t like this,” Tanner responds, sighing and rubbing his temples. Quin moves over to comfort her husband. He does look like he needs it.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s done,” Ruger says. “I’ll talk to God about it.”

The irritationon Tanner’s face turns to full blown anger. He starts to say something and then…

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

A loud babycry reverberating from another room. Nobody says a word and the baby just cries…

Chapter Four

Ruger

Ifeel even more irritated by their presence than I thought possible. Quin looks like she’s seen a damn ghost. Tanner looks like he’s going to gut me like a rainbow trout. They’re both a distraction from… Zayna.

Then the baby starts crying and I feel the color rush to my face. I don’t know what the fuck happened to me but ever since this baby came, when I hear her crying I go crazy.

“Whose fucking baby is that?”

“Mine,” I growl at Tanner, storming over to the kitchen and nearly shoving him out of the way. I haven’t fed her in a while, but she was napping and I didn’t think I had to. My heart thumps nervously as I grab one of the bottles I prepared. I’m not doing a perfect job, but I know she has to make it another week or so before I can be confident in my job as a midwife.

“You don’t have a child,” Tanner says.

“Well, now he does,” Quin mutters. “Is that really the biggest problem here?”

I wish Quin and her stupid husband would start fucking bickering. Zayna is quiet, which I like. I don’t think she likes me. Most black people don’t. I grab the formula and try to get past Tanner again. The big red-headed donkey stands in front ofmy only path to Oske’s bedroom – which I converted to a baby room.

“You are not getting anywhere near that baby until you give me a complete breakdown of what went on here.”

“YOU WILL NOT STOP ME FROM SEEING MY DAUGHTER.”

I shove Tanner so hard out of the fucking way that he doesn’t know what hit him. I storm down the hallway, my heart pounding aggressively. I half expect to fall to my knees before I get to the bedroom. Because under any circumstances that level of disrespect to another club member, especially a senior club member, would be punishable by death.

But I open the door and feel some relief flooding through me once I shut it behind me and the world is just me and my daughter.I’m sorry for what I did to Darlene, but I tried my best and it wasn’t my fault those assholes came for her. It wasn’t my fault what I did…

I haven’t given the little girl a name yet, but every fiber of my being propels forward with the powerful need to protect her. Logically, I know she isn’t mine, but my heart apparently disagrees. Tanner allows me to push him — I know nothing could stop him from throwing his fist into his face except his own desires. But I would have fought him to the death to get to my baby girl.

The pressure on my chest experiences a smidge of relief when I see her and I feel this surge of something strange and good once I pick her up. Even if she smells like rotten ass cheeks. Her ability to turn perfectly clean nappies into sopping wet balls of shit never ceases to amaze me. We’ve already gone through so fucking many that I’ll have to drive out to the general store and get more tomorrow morning.

Tanner, Quin and the sexy dark girl — though not that dark I guess — sure enough come stomping in behind me.

The whole world disappears once I hold the baby. She stops crying once her skin presses to mine. Like somehow, the warmth of my chest makes her feel better. It almost makes me laugh. If there were any thoughts in that soft ass head of hers, she wouldn’t feel so safe in the arms of a monster.

“I have to change her diaper,” I whisper, as if there were any chance of her being asleep after blowing out her fucking lungs like that.

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