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I wanted to asked if she’d been with all the men, or only a few. It would give me an idea of who could be the potential father. If it was Vegas, she was right about being screwed. I didn’t think the man had a caring bone in his body. The only thing that seemed to motivate him was money. He didn’t care about the girls, only his club. Unfortunately, he didn’t see the girls as being a part of the club, but more as a commodity for him to use as he saw fit.

“What do you want to do, KiKi? Do you want me to help you find a job outside the club? You can’t be far along yet. Maybe we could get a doctor to say you can’t have sex for the next few weeks. It would buy you some time to get things in place.”

She closed her eyes and hung her head. “I don’t have any job skills, Ginger. Not unless you count being a stripper or a whore. I excel at both. And while I know I could make good money stripping, I’ll be showing in a few months. It’s not a long-term solution.”

“Why don’t you stay here until Bronx and Reno get back? We can talk to them and see if they have any ideas. I know you’re scared, but I promise we’ll help you if we can. You aren’t alone, KiKi.”

I gave in to the impulse to hug her, and she let me. It took a few hours before Bronx and Reno returned. To say they were surprised to find KiKi in our apartment was an understatement, but they took it in stride.

“Good to see you still have a friend around here,” Reno said. “I was worried the girls wouldn’t want to talk to you anymore.”

KiKi’s cheeks flushed, and I knew if she hadn’t needed my help, she probably wouldn’t have come to see me today. It hurt, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it right now. We had bigger issues to deal with.

“KiKi needs our help, but if she tells you what’s going on, you have to keep it between the four of us right now,” I said.

Bronx shook his head. “No can do, Ginger. She’s club property, which means if it impacts the club, then we have to tell Vegas or Houston. There’s no getting around it.”

I saw KiKi wipe a tear from her cheek before she stood, and I knew the moment Bronx realized she’d been cried. His eyes went wide, and he took a step back. He’d probably never seen her so heartbroken before. It made me angry, since I knew he would help her right now. If he wanted to.

“Bronx. Reno.” I folded my arms. “I’m not asking you. I’m telling you she needs our help. I can’t sit back and do nothing. She’s in trouble and doesn’t know what to do.”

“Fine. Then tell us what’s going on and we’ll go from there,” Reno said.

I told them the basics while KiKi sat in silence. When I’d finished, the silence in the room was deafening. I hoped I hadn’t fucked up and done something I shouldn’t have. What if they went and told the club, anyway? I reached over to take KiKi’s hand, giving her my support. My men eyed us both before seeming to come to a decision.

“We won’t say anything for now, but you need out of this club,” Bronx said. “We’ll help in any way we can, as long as it won’t get us, or Ginger, in trouble. Understood?”

KiKi nodded. “Thank you. All of you.”

“Go get some rest,” Reno said. “Tell the guys you don’t feel well and need the night off. I’m sure they won’t have a problem with it. Maybe go to Houston. He seems to have softened a little these days.”

KiKi left, and I stared at my men, feeling proud to be theirs. I knew they’d help her! They might be part of a motorcycle club, and maybe they’d done some bad things, but they were good men. The best. And I was honored they’d chosen me.

“I love you,” I told them. “So much.”

Reno winked. “We love you too, Ginger.”

I crooked my finger at them and backed into the bedroom. “Then come and prove it.”

I watched my men file in after me, their eyes hungry for what they'd come to expect from me. I hadn't disappointed them yet, and I wasn't about to start now.

Reno locked the door behind them and leaned against it, his thick cock straining against his jeans. I walked up to him slowly, running my hands over his chest as I stood on my tiptoes to press my lips against his neck.

"You want it rough tonight?" I whispered seductively. "You know I can take it."

He groaned and tilted my chin up, his lips crashing down on mine hungrily. His tongue dove deep into my mouth, tasting me as he claimed me as his own.

Meanwhile, Bronx circled us like a predator stalking its prey, his eyes never leaving 'his' woman locked in a passionate embrace with his brother. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough and demanding.

"Bedroom," he ordered, pointing towards the door behind me. "Now."

I nodded obediently and allowed Reno to sweep me off my feet and into his strong arms. We moved across the room together, our bodies pressed tightly against each other along the way. When we reached the bed, Reno let me slide down his body until my knees hit the mattress softly. He followed suit, pinning me underneath his massive frame as he hovered over me.

Bronx stepped forward, his gaze hard as he looked at both of us on the bed. Without a word, he unbuckled his belt before pulling off his pants and underwear in one swift move. His cock sprung free, long and already thick with desire.

Reno chuckled darkly as he watched Bronx's display of dominance. "You're going to love this," he murmured, leaning down to kiss my neck as one of his hands reached between my legs.

I moaned at the sensation as he spread my wetness around his fingers. "Oh god yes," I begged breathlessly. "Please fuck me...both of you."

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