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Steal chimes in and admits, “It’s Heaven, his high school sweetheart; they’ve been married since she graduated.”

The room is quiet, the brothers shocked, and I sigh and speak up, “I fucked Ginger when I patched in, Heaven caught me and left me. For ten years, she’s been trying to get a divorce, and for ten years, every judge has sided with me, denying her request.” I look around at the shocked faces. “We’ve been doing couples therapy, and we’re back on track. I will tell the club as soon as she wears my cut.”

“What about Ginger? We both know Heaven won’t step foot on club grounds with that woman still here,” Piston adds.

Steal answers him, “She’ll be out. She’s done nothing but rub it in Heaven’s face for years, and has even gone as far as lying about still screwing a brother who hasn’t touched her since.”

The brothers all nod, not one upset with the news, and Pitbull smirks. “I never liked that bitch.”

I chuckle and shake my head before admitting, “That’s not all…” causing them all to sit up. But before I can say anything, the church door opens, and Western’s head pops in, his eyes wide as he states, “Anchor, brother, your dad said to interrupt; there’s a kid here....”

He doesn’t finish his sentence as the door pushes all the way open, and my son, with tears staining his cheeks, runs in. Steal and I stand simultaneously, my chair falling back with force.

“Dad!” Micha cries, and I round the table, catching him as he throws himself into my arms, his little body shaking.

“He has a fucking kid?” Cannon snaps, but I ignore him and cup my son’s tearful cheeks.

His body trembles hard, and I bend so I’m at eye level, and he bursts into tears, scaring the loving shit outta me. Without another thought, I hold him close.

“Daddy,” he cries, gripping my cut as Western states, “Brother, there are two officers in the common room. They brought the kid and are asking for Heaven Turner’s husband.”

I tense and mutter, “What the fuck has happened?”

Micha pulls back. “Mommy,” he cries, and I go still, locking eyes with my son.

“Where is she, son?” I demand gently.

He cries, “There-there was an accident, she-she pushed me out of the way, and he-he hit her. The officers tried-tried to take me away, but-but I ran….”

No, no, no, no….

I feel my pulse race, panic setting in.

“She-she wasn’t…wasn’t breathing, Daddy,” he cries harder, and my whole fucking world tilts as breathing becomes difficult. I lock eyes with Steal.

“Fuck,” he chokes, eyes wide as Acid says, “Brother,” to get my attention, but without a word, I lift my son in my arms, who clings to me like a koala, and I storm past Western.

My dad and Bulldozer stand before the officers while everyone watches in confusion.

“Officers,” I boom, getting everyone’s attention.

“Travis Turner?” the short one asks.

I nod. “That’s me, which Officer Lance could have told you. This is my son.” The room gasps in shock, but I ignore them and demand coldly, “Now, tell me where in the fuck is my wife and what has happened to her?” I feel my sister gently try to take my son, but I hold him tighter.

“Travis, please, let me take him,” she whispers, but I shake my head and snap, “The only person my son needs right now is his mother.” I look back at the men and demand, “Where is my wife?”

“Fuck me, he and Heaven never broke up, did they?” I hear Art whisper in pain, but I block him out, not able to cope with anything else.

I need to know where my wife is, and I need to know now before I burn this city down!

“What the fuck, Ginger, you lied?!” I hear Brandy snap, but I don’t take my eyes off Officer Lance, a man who has been involved with the club since he was in diapers but wanted to stay on the “right side” of the law.

His eyes soften, pain shining through them, making my heart pound.

She has to be okay; she fucking has to be….

“A drunk driver had a heart attack behind the wheel; he drove onto the wrong side of the road, and from what the pedestrians were saying, your wife had a split second decision to make, and she shoved your son into the crowd just as the car hit her,” Officer Lance explains, and my legs weaken, my sister holding my arm while my mother grabs the other as my dad takes my son, who clings to his grandfather, crying.

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