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“I don’t know what to think.” Colt burst outlaughing. “I mean, I’m going to be a dad, and that is one scary and excitingthought.” He laughed again. It was verging on the hysterical, but he lookedhappy about it.

“You’re nervous?”

“Fuck, yeah. I mean, I’ve got a dad and he’sgreat, but I don’t know if I’m going to be as good as the Warden. I mean, lookat me. I’m not like him. I … Hannah,” he said.

“Don’t,” Dirty said, and he got to his feet, readyto be there for his brother. “You can’t think that way.”

“I … I don’t know what to think right now. I mean,I let Hannah die.”

“You didn’t let her die.” He walked over to Coltand grabbed the brother’s neck and pulled him close so their foreheads weretogether. “Don’t let that shit in. You didn’t let her die. There was nothingyou could have done.”

And this is why he would never stop hunting theEvil Fuckers MC. Even when he was freezing his balls off outside, he’d be thereriding, stalking, hunting. Prepared to do what needed to be done to hurt anyonewho dared take on the club.

They had taken so much from the club, includingColt’s little sister, Warden and Kim’s only daughter. None of the club had beenable to save her.

He knew he had immense guilt at not being therethat day, but it didn’t matter what they did or didn’t do, he would have guilt.Hannah had been a little sweetheart, loved and adored by the whole club. Herloss had been felt. Dirty missed her.

“You’re going to be a good dad. One hell of afather, and any kid that gets you, they should count themselves lucky. Anyonethat gives you shit, tell them to come and answer to me. I’ll take care ofthem.”

Colt laughed. “You’re a good friend, man. Thanks.”

Dirty nodded.

Colt didn’t know what happened between him andPetal. The brother knew he’d kept her occupied, just as he was asked to do.Colt had needed Petal out of the way, and Dirty had done that. The consequencesof that, Colt did not know.

“I better go.” Colt finished making tea forhimself and Rosalie, and he also had the box of crackers.

A simple head nod his way, and Dirty watched himleave.

Colt was doing this the right way. Dirty handledshit the wrong way.

Finishing off his shit coffee, he grabbed his keysand headed out into the cold. He went straight to his bike and couldn’t helpbut notice Myth’s bike was missing.

There was nothing going on with Myth and Petal.The brother had returned home last night, which was good. Dirty didn’t know ifhe’d have been able to leave that shit alone.

Shaking his head, he pushed all the bad thoughtsout of his mind and instead focused on the now, on getting his job done.

Myth could leave the clubhouse whenever he wanted.He didn’t need him to give him permission. Riding out of the clubhouse, he madehis way along the dirt road, heading toward the diner. On the first ride, hepassed the main diner, but he was aware of Myth’s bike in the parking lot,along with Petal’s car. There were a few other cars as well.

Ever since Rosalie and Petal had taken over, thediner had become a beacon for customers. There were still times when familiesdidn’t want the MC there, but the food and new owners seemed to have calmedtheir fears. It also helped that Burto was a much better cook than Al had been.

From what he could tell, according to Warden, ithad been a good investment for the club. Dirty didn’t much care what kind ofinvestment it was, or if it was good for the club. It kept Petal close.

He revved the engine of his bike a little more,trying to rid those feelings from his body. He didn’t know when he went fromnot giving a fuck to suddenly caring. There was nothing he could do about it,even though he tried.

The patrol lasted for a good two hours. He parkedat secluded zones and kept an eye on traffic. Not only did he pay attention tothe type of vehicles coming and going, but his surroundings.

Everything was telling them the Evil Fuckers MCwas gone. Kaput. There was no sign of them.

Everything in his gut was telling him somethingwasn’t right. There were not enough bodies and the only way to be safe from theEvil Fuckers MC, was to have them all six feet under.

After another hour of patrolling, the call ofhunger was too great, and he made his way back toward the diner. He was toohungry to head to the clubhouse, and besides, until the end of the shift, hewas on protection detail.

Parking his bike, he paused as he caught sight ofMyth’s bike still in the main fucking parking lot. Now he was pissed. Didn’tthe club brother have something more important to do?

They had fucked up once before, letting one of themen who beat the shit out of Rosalie just walk outside the fucking door. Dirtywas not going to make that mistake again.

Gritting his teeth, he climbed off his bike andmade his way inside, taking note of the people. He immediately caught sight ofPetal. She was standing beside Myth’s table, and he didn’t like what he saw.Something Myth said had made her laugh, and it wasn’t one of those forcedlaughs the club pussy used either. This was a full-on smile, and it grated onhis nerves. Petal hadn’t smiled at him like that since she had told him she waspregnant.

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