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But what had me laughing my ass off was the fact that with every single one of those hugs, Irish growled and cursed.

But he cursed low so Maisie couldn’t hear it.

And the men and women of Zagan MC had given her every present known to man that would make any little girl deliriously happy.

Even though she remained glued to my side, and later that night, Irish didn’t get to show me how happy he was that I was home.

And that was due to the little girl who was now six years old and didn’t want to be separated from me for even a nanosecond.

And yes, true to everything, Irish had bought me a new wardrobe, and I was wearing a T-shirt that had his last name on the back of it.

But... he did show me how happy he was that I was home the very next day after Adeline and Coal picked her up to go spend some of her birthday money.

Chapter 13

Irish

After I showed Sutton how happy I truly was that she was home, I carried my woman’s things into the house. I smiled then. The first genuine smile to hit my face in weeks.

And for the rest of the week, Maisie wound up in our bed at night.

Sutton didn’t mind.

And I sure as hell didn’t mind.

Especially not when Sutton rolled into my side, cuddled close, and then let out one of her little sighs, I couldn’t help the smile that split my face in two.

Finally.

Fucking finally.

With my little girl cuddled to my side and my woman at my other side, I finally felt whole.

And I hadn’t felt that since I was four years old and watched my parents pull away from where I stood at the Fire Department.

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We were at the clubhouse planning out the Christmas festivities when all of a sudden, Charlie ran into the main room with his tablet in his hand and made a beeline straight for me, “I found him, I fucking finally found him. That limp dick motherfucker.”

It took me a moment to figure out who he was talking about, and then it hit me.

Fucking finally.

I already took care of that motherfucker, Gerard, he pissed himself. Thankfully, none of it had gotten on my person.

We’ve been searching for that slimy bastard for well over a year now, and somehow, he’s always been one step ahead of us.

Well, not anymore motherfucker.

Two hours later, I, along with Asher, Coal, Pipe, Priest, Stoney, Whit, Charlie, Rome, Creature, Pagan, and Trigger, rode out.

He was one dumb motherfucker for returning to his home, but I was glad for it.

We didn’t slow until we pulled in front of his house.

Asher locked eyes with everyone, and since we had all done this dance more times than either of us could count, it was child’s play.

But before we moved in, every single one of us pulled on a pair of black leather gloves that would be burned.

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