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“I will. Love you, too, Mom.”

The minute my finger ends the call, the dam breaks. I cry until my eyes are swollen and my body is exhausted. I can’t go on like this. It’s mentally tearing me apart. I’ve always been big on family and not seeing my family for three years is something I never thought would happen to me.

My brothers were young when everything happened. They’re old enough now to understand why I haven’t been home, but they still don’t know every single detail of what I went through.

After a quick shower, I get into bed and hope I’m not making a huge mistake by contacting Jonah. Maybe a little piece of that fourteen-year-old bad boy with a big heart is still in there. Everyone had Jonah pegged to be nothing but trouble, but I didn’t want to believe it.

His sky-blue eyes and shoulder-length blond hair had every girl at the school chasing behind him, but he only saw me. Our relationship caused me to be an outcast with the other girls. The jealousy sometimes made me a victim of the “It” girls.They couldn’t understand how someone like Jonah could be interested in me.

He showed a side of him to me I wouldn’t even have imagined existed. Girls tried their hardest over the years to steal him from me, but he remained faithful and loyal to me.

So, I believed.

Maybe it was all a hoax, because the boy I fell in love with would have never done what he had done. I’m just going to hold on to faith that maybe after all these years, he has a heart and helps me.

Because without Jonah, I’m at a dead end.

Chapter Two

THOR

Stirring awake, I’m met with a pair of butt cheeks on one side and toes creeping toward my mouth on the other. I know what you’re thinking and no, this is not the aftermath of a sexy, hot, and steamy night.

Thisis the result of a sleepover with my godsons, Liam and Khai. I have two other godchildren but Angel, their triplet, is more of a daddy’s girl, so she doesn’t spend time with others too much. Chase is only six months and as much as I love him, I’m a bit nervous to have an infant overnight. But I steal him every chance I get.

I love my god kids. I’m never going to be a father, so they are the closet thing I have to it. My prez’s Ol’ Lady and her sister Sara changed everything around here. Three years ago, all we did was work, ride our bikes, drink, and fuck women. Although us single men of the club still do those things, a few of the brothers have settled into the family life.

We have three married brothers now—Viper, Bear, and recently, Blade. Viper’s father and former president of the club, Smoke, is engaged too. Blade and his Ol’ Lady tied the knot last week. They had a rocky start. Bianca had a set of triplets that Blade never knew about until about four months ago. He missedout on three years of their lives because of a scheming bunny, who had it set in her mind that Blade was hers.

Fate had bigger plans and ended up bringing them back into each other’s life and they fell quickly for each other. I’m happy for my brothers. They’re getting something I once believed I would have. The night I went to propose, I found my woman in the arms of another man. I never thought Madison was capable of something like that.

She had my heart, and she broke it in two for the rest of my life. When I left her apartment, I went home and packed my belongings. I threw my phone in the garbage, hopped on my bike, and left town. My mom has been asking me why I just up and left and never came back for years. She blames Madison, but if I ever told her the full truth. She would never believe me.

That relationship burned me from ever seeking love again. To be honest, I wasn’t looking for it before Madison, but from the moment I laid eyes on her, I fell hard.

She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen—creamy skin with long wavy chestnut-brown hair. She had brown eyes and tiny specs of freckles on her button nose. To me, there had never been anyone more beautiful until I had seen what she was capable of.

Sometimes I regret not confronting her and asking her why she did it, but I didn’t want her seeing how badly she hurt me. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

A tiny fart breaks my thoughts, and my nose scrunches up in protest at the unnatural smell coming from the tiny human.

Looking down at Khai, he’s still fast asleep, not even realizing the atomic bomb he just released. I stare at Khai’s dinosaur pull up, wondering if he released more than a fart because there’s no way it should smell like this.

Wanting to escape this atrocious smell, I maneuver my way out of the bed and make my way to take a quick shower. I don’thave long before they wake and when they do, they’ll want food immediately. Their appetite is much like their mama’s. My best friend.

When Cara came into the club, I tried to woo her in my bed like I had done many women over the years. My charm had never failed me until her and Sara. I was kind of butthurt in the beginning. I wasn’t used to being denied, but I would take her friendship over a night in bed any day. She brought back the old me in a way. I’ll never be who I used to be, but I allow myself to feel.

She saw past my façade and saw the hurt. I had never told anyone about Madison until Cara. After I told her, she was furious. I had to talk her out of killing Madison several times. Even after what she did to me, I still couldn’t shake some of the feelings I held for her. Stupid, I know.

After getting out of the shower, I quickly brush my teeth and get dressed. I can hear the boys waking up. Opening the bathroom door, I’m met with two pairs of bright gold eyes. “Morning, little warriors. Sleep well?” I ask as I walk over to the bed.

“Hungry,” Liam mutters, rubbing his eyes. Told you. Food is always on the brain for these two.

“Well, let's get dressed so I can get you two fed and back to your mama.”

Going into my closet, I head for the back wall. I have clothes in here for all my god kids. I take my duties seriously, people. The day Cara asked me to be the godfather to her children was unexpected, but I couldn’t have been happier. I’ve always wanted kids. They might not be mine biologically, but I love them just the same. If by some chance I do become a father, nothing will change.

I grab the boys a matching pair of jeans, white t-shirts, leather jackets and their biker boots. They have to dress the partas the princes of the Sinful Warriors. Taking them inside the bathroom, I brush their teeth, wipe their faces, and quickly style their hair. I was being growled at in the process, so I made it as fast as possible.

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