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They’d purchased the very land their enemy clubhad lived on and were currently in the process of tearing the buildings down.There wasn’t a plan for what to build on it. For now they were working ondemolishing the whole thing.

First, they were going through every nook andcranny to find all the Evil Fuckers MC secrets. Once that was done, thatclubhouse would be no more, and he couldn’t fucking wait. A lot of shit hadgone down.

“I, uh, I have plans for this Friday.”

Kim pouted and then turned to look at Warden, whogave her a roll of his eyes. “I hate to break it to you, Sweetheart, but mywife gets what she wants. Tell me what it is you need and I’ll make sure ithappens.”

Dirty looked at her and wondered what was keepingher from the party. Was it him? Her family? He knew her family was demanding.They took and took, without giving back.

Petal licked her lips, and he couldn’t help but goback to when he had her on her knees and taught her exactly how to suck hiscock, to slide his long thick length between those sexy lips and take more ofhim into her mouth. He wanted to feel her right now.

His cock hardened. There was so much he stillwanted to do to her.

“I think I might bepregnant.”

They had a good thing going, and then she had tospoil it all with those fucking words. He’d been horny as fuck, and that soonchanged when he realized he was going to be a father. Being the asshole he was,he didn’t relish the idea of being a dad. He fought against it, and now therewas no baby, and he didn’t have his woman either.

“You know what, don’t worry about it. I’ll come,”she said, offering that sweet smile.

This was one of the things he both hated and lovedabout Petal. Did no one see that she didn’t have the ability to say no? Whensomeone needed something from her, she was always the first one there to offerhelp. She always had others’ backs. She was always the one willing to giveeverything up.

Instead of leaving town to find her own way, shestuck around for Rosalie. Petal could have been long gone and loving the freelife. Instead, she was stuck, and no one else saw that. He did. He wanted toset her free. For that smile to no longer be trapped in the same place. Shedeserved that.

But then, he also hadn’t helped in setting herfree. He’d known she wasn’t on the pill, and her getting pregnant was onlygoing to happen because he loved not wearing condoms with her. He knew it madehim the biggest dick going, but Petal had been different. She was the onlyvirgin he’d been with.

Dirty always wore a condom. He didn’t trust thewomen that came to the club. Most of them were after an easy time, and if theycould trap a brother with pregnancy, half of them would do it without battingan eye. Those were the kind of women he dealt with.

There had been a situation in the club a few yearsago when one of the women were caught trying to use the semen inside a usedcondom. Dirty had been disgusted. He wasn’t the brother she was trying to trap,but there had been consequences for her actions—severe consequences—and hedidn’t even give a shit she’d been female. In their world, the men and womenhad to learn that their enemies used whatever means possible, whether it was awoman or a man, or even a child. They all had to be careful.

Petal wasn’t like that. She was a good one. Andhe’d let her slip through his fingers by being an asshole. He didn’t even hidethat he was watching her. Kim was still talking with her, and the smile onPetal’s face was real.

There was a time not too long ago when she wouldhave smiled for him. Those smiles had only been reserved for him. Now, he gotnothing. She barely even looked at him.

Chapter Two

Entering her parents’ home, Petal instantlywrinkled her nose at the mess. It looked like they hadn’t bothered to clean upfor several days. Pocketing her keys, she released a sigh and immediately wentto the fridge. There was no food in the fridge and she gritted her teeth, asshe began to gather up the dishes that hadn’t been cleaned. She loved herparents, but they were not good at being adults. They were good at makingbabies and showing them love and attention. Just not the whole deal.

This was why she never allowed Rosalie to comearound her house when they were growing up. The only time Rosalie was allowedto visit, and even stay for a couple of hours, was after she did a massiveclean.

Petal had seen the way Gabrielle kept a cleanhouse and doted on her daughter. Petal’s parents loved her, but they doted on eachother. Their kids were not the priority.

So far, she hadn’t seen a sibling. This was theway it was when she lived home. Her brothers and sisters found different placesto go. It wasn’t that home was a bad place, it just never felt like home.

This was always strange for her to think.Gabrielle and Rosalie felt like home. Before Gabrielle’s death, they had beensolid. Mother and daughter.

Maybe that was the problem. Petal couldn’t go toher own mother for advice, as there was rarely any for the other woman to give.Not anything she would listen to.

The first day she got her period, she went to hermom, thinking she was going to die. Her mother told her to get over it, that itwas what every woman went through, and shushed her away, as if she had a singleclue. At the time, Petal didn’t have a clue. She had no choice but to go toGabrielle. The other woman pulled her into a hug and talked to her about hercycle. They even went to the supermarket, and Gabrielle gave Petal a detailedexplanation of everything she needed to understand and make her own decisions.

Looking back now, considering everything Gabriellehad been through, that woman had a great deal of strength. She’d been anexcellent mother, putting her daughter first. She knew that hadn’t always beenthe case. Rosalie told her that when her mother first gave birth, Gabriellehadn’t wanted her, and Rosalie accepted that.

“Doesn’t that make yousad?” Petal asked.

“No, it doesn’t. Let’sface it, my mom had just given birth to her rapist’s baby, she wanted me as faraway from her as possible. I get it. I don’t have to like it, but I do get it.She had no one, even after giving birth. Besides, she grew to love me when itmattered most.”

Pulling out of the memory, Petal piled all thedishes into the sink and then moved around the house, picking up soiledclothes, even used diapers. She did not miss anything about this. At the soundof a baby crying, Petal took a deep breath and moved toward the sound. Itwasn’t in the sitting room or the dining room. She made her way upstairs,toward one of the bedrooms, and there in the boys’ bedroom was the crib.

The crib moved from room to room depending on whatsex the baby was. Most of the time, Petal and her siblings had to be the onesto take care of the new brother or sister.

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