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He nodded.

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Once Asher gave me the details, I hugged him, thanked him, and took the ten grand he gave all the club girls once they finished their contract.

Then I walked out of his office, and with my chin held high, I went right to my bedroom and packed my things.

Thankfully, it hadn’t taken me long.

The last thing I grabbed was Maisie’s birthday present.

Then I walked out of my room with my things.

Then I looked at Rome and asked, “Where is Maisie?”

“In his room. That bitch is in Hallie’s old room.” He growled.

I nodded, then smiled at him.

But there was one thing I needed to say to Irish.

Stopping by the door, I turned then and said with a hollow tone, “That’s funny. Didn’t realize I have any tattoos.”

And with that, I walked out of the main room, out the door, and to my car.

Blurred vision.

Tears coursing down my cheeks.

I made it to his house on autopilot.

Then I used my key, unlocked the door, headed to Maisie’s room, and placed her birthday present on her bed.

Then I walked to the island, took the key off my key ring, and placed it on the island.

I didn’t remember the drive to the Wrath MC Texas chapter’s clubhouse.

Nor did I remember Cruz’s face when he saw my red-rimmed eyes.

The last thing I remembered before my head hit the pillow in Cruz’s room were the tears on Maisie’s face.

Fuck. Him.

Chapter 11

Irish

Rolling over, I groaned.

Fuck I had too much whiskey last night.

Throwing my arms over my head to stretch, I felt a warm body next to mine.

Knowing that she was wet and ready for me, I rolled over and then froze.

That hair. That wasn’t Sutton’s.

Why was my daughter in bed with me and not at home with Sutton?

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