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Was I only playing house with Leo?

When I had met him through Elise, I was suspicious. After my experience with Raker I was suspicious of any men, and I assumed none of them had good intentions.

That’s why I had made it very clear to Leo at the beginning that I was pregnant.

And he had, shockingly, been OK with it.

Leo had a condition that meant he might be unable to bear children himself, although he had always wanted a family. It seemed like the ideal solution, certainly more than I deserved as a whore on the run from the Saints.

So why was I so resistant to moving in with him?

CHAPTER 19

Raker

By the next day, I had Sunni under continuous monitoring.

I had to keep an eye on her while I figured out how to win her back. I also needed to be able to cross into Souls territory without starting a goddamn MC war.

Sunni behaved like a good girl all day. I didn’t see Leo around and it wasn’t until darkness fell over the desert that I began to worry.

That night, though, my monitoring showed me activity going on at the coffee shop long past the normal hours when it should have been closed.

What was going on there?

Behind the drawn windows, there were a few dim lights on.

I clicked over to the feed inside the coffee shop, and I saw Willow, Elise, and Sunni there.

Then Sunni got up and clasped her hands together.

It looked like she was going to lead the group in prayer, so it must be some sort of late-night religious meeting.

I relaxed a bit and let my eyes roam down her body.

It was pleasure and pain to look at her, and bitter gall to see her eyes light up when she saw her friends. I knew exactly what it felt like to have those luminous brown eyes turned up at me.How the fuck had I ever thought anything like ‘she’s not the most beautiful one here’? When there was something irresistible about her face that made me want keep looking at her? She was the only woman I had ever grownmoreinterested in, found more things to appreciate about her.

But it was endless pain to drag my eyes down her body to see her swelling tits and beautiful round belly.

Goddamn it, I had been a fool

If I was a better man, I would step back, remove the cameras and tracking devices I had set up around her home, and let her enjoy the family she had always wanted with another man.

But I wasn’t a better man.

If anyone gave me shit about the pregnant woman in my bed, I was going to kick the shitoutof them.

Then Sunni began to speak.

“Goddess below, goddess above. . .” she began, and my blood ran cold.

No

Sick fear filled my gut as she finished her heathen prayer in the sweetest voice known to man.

Goddamn it, Sunni!

Praying to any other gods or any other entities besides the Elders was a Class C felony.

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