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I give him a brief nod, feeling my stubbornness relent just a little.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

HAP

“So,when are you bringing her to the club?” Star asks as she places some chopped up fruit in front of Enzo’s high-chair. He claps his hands and kicks his feet excitedly as he grabs the fruit, mushing it into his mouth.

“When I think she’s up to it,” I answer. It’s been three days since she finally gave in and let me help her. She still pushed back against me often, and I hated to admit that I kind of liked it. She was managing to eat, and most of it was staying down. She was starting to get colour back on her cheeks, and her dark circles under her eyes were evaporating. It felt good seeing her like that. “She’s still unsure about everything,” I add.

Star looks at me, her lips twitching as she fights back a smile. “She’s pushing back, huh?” I nod. She lets out a laugh and claps her hands excitedly. “Yes, I love it when I see the women torturing you guys.” She places her hand on mine. “Not that I don’t love you all, I do,” she assures me. “But man, you guys have had things way too easy with women, thinking you can do what you like when you like, and then the right woman comes along and they just know how to tie y’all up in knots. It’s honestly the best fucking entertainment.” She grins happily.

I smirk. “I’m glad I can give you the entertainment you need,” I state sarcastically.

“F-f-uckin!” Enzo mimics.

Star’s eyes go wide as she whirls her gaze to her son. “Shit,” she mutters.

“Shh-it!” Enzo repeats back to her, strawberries mashed around his face as he grins wide up at Star.

“No, shhh.” Star winces. “Look, what’s this? Strawberry. Straw-berry,” she states, trying to get him to repeat it.

“Shh-it, shh-it, shh-it!” Enzo screams loudly, bashing his chubby hand down onto the tray where his food is.

Star covers her face with her hands. “Oh god, Ghost is going to tear into me over this. I have warned him over and over again about not swearing around Enzo, or he will start saying the words. Now he does it, but not with Ghost. With me,” she groans. “Why couldn’t you just do it with Daddy? So then I could blame him?” She groans, looking at Enzo.

“Dad-da-dad!” Enzo cheers, followed by blowing a raspberry at his mom.

Star smiles brightly. “Ah, fuck it, you’re too cute. Who am I kidding? You’re being raised in a biker family. If swearing is the worst of what you do, then I guess I can count myself lucky. Although, I will still tell you off when you do it, because I’m raising a gentleman, not a little hooligan,” she warns Enzo, like he understands every word she’s saying. She showers him with kisses, making him laugh. Sighing, she turns her attention to me. “If you don’t want to bring her here, then why don’t we go to her?” Star asks.

“What, and have all you ol’ ladies ambush her?” I laugh.

“We won’t ambush her, I promise. She’s your ol’ lady, so she is family,” Star asserts, and I know there is no room for arguing. She has made up her mind.

“She ain’t my ol’ lady,” I state.

“Oh honey, you can’t honestly believe that bullshit that is coming out of your mouth,” she tuts. “You practically kidnapped her and held her hostage just because she’s carrying your baby. Come on, wake the fuck up. No one is that possessive over someone they don’t want for themselves.”

“Fffff-uck!” Enzo yells.

Star just rolls her eyes. “I’m doing what’s right. I want to see my kid. I want to be a part of my kid’s life,” I point out.

“Right.” Star nods while giving me a look that says she thinks I’m full of shit.

Ghost walks over, his eyes soft and warm as he takes in Enzo. The only time you will ever see his gaze soften is around his son or Star, when she isn’t trying to piss him off. He bends down and places a kiss on Enzo’s head, then he turns his attention to Star and firmly grasps her chin to claim her mouth in a quick kiss.

“We are going over to Hap’s to meet Alina,” Star informs him.

Ghost crosses his arms over his chest, eyeing her. “Right, you know I get nervous when you all get together. Something usually goes really fucking wrong,” he points out.

“Fff-uckin!” Enzo screeches.

Ghost blinks, looking at his son. Star tuts. “See? This is why I tell you not to swear in front of him. He’s like a sponge, and he just absorbs everything,” Star chastises him before placing a kiss on the top of Enzo’s head. She gives me a side glance with a sneaky smirk.

Ghost leans in close to Enzo. “You mind your mouth around your mother, son,” he tells him. “But around me, you can say whatever you fucking like.” Ghost smirks.

“Fff-uckin!” Enzo repeats.

Star slaps Ghost’s arm. “Don’t tell him that,” she complains. “I can’t raise a mini you. My nerves can’t handle it,” she adds.

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