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I scoff. Criminals? The men under his watch have served their time and are free men. “My club isn’t up for discussion either.”

He leans forward, his eyes boring into mine. “See, that's where you're wrong, Mr. Fischer. You bikers think you're above the law, that your little brotherhood trumps everything else. But let me make something clear—I'll be watching you. One slip-up and you'll be back behind bars so fast your head will spin.”

I meet his gaze, refusing to be intimidated. “Now who’s making threats, Officer Turner?”

He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. “Just a friendly warning. Now, let's go over the terms of your parole.”

For the next hour, Turner grills me on every aspect of my life: where I'm living, who I'm associating with, my plans for employment. He seems particularly interested in the club, asking pointed questions about our activities and my role within it. He’s wasting his time. I’m not telling him shit.

“And you expect me to believe that the Saints are just a group of motorcycle enthusiasts?” he asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

I shrug. “Believe what you want. I'm here to comply with my parole, not change your mind about the club.”

Turner's eyes narrow. “I'll be keeping a very close eye on you, Mr. Fischer. Random drug tests, unannounced home visits—the works. And I'll be talking to your associates, including this new girlfriend of yours.”

The thought of Brae alone with this guy sets me on edge, something this asshole doesn’t miss.

He raises an eyebrow. “Touched a nerve, did I? She's part of your life now, which makes her part of my job. Deal with it.”

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. This guy's trying to get a rise out of me, and I’m not giving him the satisfaction.

“Are we done here?” I ask, my patience wearing thin.

Turner checks his watch. “For now. Unlucky for you, this is just the beginning. I'll be seeing you again soon.”

When I stand to leave, he adds, “Oh, and one more thing. I'd strongly advise you to reconsider your living arrangements. A warehouse apartment isn't exactly a suitable environment for a baby, is it?”

My shoulders stiffen. This guy knows way too fucking much. I turn back to face him, but his expression is neutral, giving nothing away.

“I'll keep that in mind,” I say, keeping my voice calm.

As I walk out of the office, my mind is racing. What the fuck just happened in there?

Turner's attitude isn't surprising. There are plenty of cops with a chip on their shoulder when it comes to bikers. Especially us. But there's something about this guy that’s different. And the way he talked about Brae and Ryder, his knowledge of our living situation, and his insistent probing about the club feels personal.

I shake my head. Fuck. I'm just being paranoid.

Turner's just another asshole with a badge on a power trip who thinks he knows everything about me based on a file.

Right?

Chapter Six

Legend

I watch as Braelynn moves around the kitchen, her hair pulled back in a messy bun, wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts that barely skims the top of her thighs. She’s fucking gorgeous.

It's been a few days since she showed up on Christmas Eve, and I still can't believe she hopped on a bus with our son and came here to find me. It’s surreal to have a family of my own now.

“You want some coffee?” she asks, catching me staring.

I nod, a smirk playing on my lips. “Yeah, thanks.”

As she pours the coffee, I hear Ryder start to fuss from the bedroom. “I got him,” I say, pushing off the counter.

In the bedroom, I find my son squirming in his new crib that Easy dropped off last night. His little face is scrunched up, ready to wail. “Hey there, little man,” I murmur, scooping him up. “What's all the fuss about, huh?”

Ryder immediately calms, his tiny hand gripping my shirt. If you’d asked me a month ago if having a kid was on my radar, I’d have told you to fuck right off. But now, after a few days of having my boy here with me, holding him like this and knowing it’s my blood flowing through his veins, I can’t imagine life without him.

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