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Legend's grip on my bottom tightens. “I love you too, baby. More than you know.”

Chapter Eight

Legend

I lean back in my office chair, rubbing my eyes as I stare at the pile of paperwork in front of me. It's been a week since New Year's, and I'm struggling to get my business off the ground again. The parole restrictions are making everything ten times harder than it needs to be, and that fucker Turner keeps popping up everywhere like a bad fucking rash.

“Fuck,” I mutter, reaching for my coffee mug only to remember that it’s empty.

A soft knock on the door pulls me from my frustration. “Come in,” I call out, already knowing it's Braelynn.

She steps into the office, Ryder asleep against her chest in the baby sling.

Even with the bullshit going on around me, the sight of them instantly lifts my mood.

“Hey, baby,” I say, pushing back from my desk.

A small smile plays on her lips as she sets a cup of coffee on my desk. “Thought you could use a break. And maybe a refill?”

I grin, standing up to wrap my arms around her and Ryder. “You're a fucking lifesaver, you know that?”

She laughs, the sound music to my ears. “I try. How's it going in here?”

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “Slow. These fucking parole restrictions are making everything ten times harder than they ever were before.”

Braelynn's brow furrows. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

I shake my head, pulling her closer. “Nah, baby. You're already doing more than enough, taking care of Ryder and helping with the paperwork.”

She looks up at me, her eyes full of concern. “Maybe we should look into other options? I mean, if bounty hunting is going to be this difficult with your parole...”

I cut her off with a kiss. “It'll work out. I just need to figure out how to navigate this shit.”

She nods, but I can see she's not entirely convinced. Before she can say anything else, my phone buzzes. When I pull it out, I see a text from Viper.

Church

“Club business?” Braelynn asks, noticing the change in my expression.

I nod, already reaching for my cut. “Yeah, gotta head to the clubhouse. You good here?”

She smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. “We're fine. Be safe, okay?”

I kiss her again, then drop a soft kiss on Ryder's head. “Always am, baby. I'll be back soon.”

As I ride to the clubhouse, my mind races. We just had church two days ago, and nothing major was on the horizon. At least, nothing I knew about.

I pull into the lot, noticing a few unfamiliar bikes parked near the entrance. My guard instantly goes up.

Inside, I find Viper in deep conversation with two men I've never seen before. Holy shit. I almost trip over my own feet when I get a look at the back of their cuts. The fucking Kings of Anarchy are here, in our clubhouse. Everyone knows who they are. Rumor is that nobody fucks with the Kings.

“Legend,” Viper calls out when he spots me. “Come here, brother. Want you to meet someone.”

I make my way over, nodding at the strangers. “What's going on?”

Viper claps a hand on my shoulder. “These gentlemen are from the Kings of Anarchy out of Oden. They helped with a problem right before you got out.”

I raise an eyebrow. We usually handled our own shit, so the fact the Kings stepped in was intriguing.

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