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Lock chuckled. “Yeah. I get it. Just didn’t think I’d see Toxic fall so damn fast.” He cocked a brow at me. “You sure you’re willing to give up on all the potential women you’ll meet in the future?”

“One woman for the rest of your life,” Hush added.

“Kids,” Priest said with a grin.

This was it. With them asking outright, I wasn’t going to lie. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t discussed this with Billie yet. I was off the market the minute she aimed that shotgun at my balls and I knew it. “There’s not going to be other women anymore,” I told them.

They all hooted with laughter and Static handed Idaho a stack of bills.

“Wasn’t sure I’d see the day,” Lock said, but he wasn’t kidding around anymore. “Congratulations, Brother.”

“Thanks,” I told him, “but I still have to convince her to be my old lady.”

“Wait,” Hellfire said with barely contained laughter. “The man who can talk damn near any woman into bed is having trouble convincing one to let him stick around?”

Ricochet elbowed him. “Would you want him sticking around more than one night?”

Flipping them off, I scowled at them until they stopped laughing. “I haven’t even brought it up to her yet. We’ve known each other for a fucking week. Slow your roll.”

“That’s what I was going to say,” Lock told me. “It’s been a short amount of time. You sure?”

I met his eyes and it was my turn to raise my brows, this time in challenge. “Some of us know right away. Takes others longer to figure it out.”

Everyone went quiet, holding their breaths to see how Lock would respond to me calling him out about burying his head in the sand. It was time for our president to realize he’d already found his old lady and do something about it.

“Fuck off, Toxic,” he growled at me.

“Just saying.” And the only reason I was saying it was because we were friends. We wanted to see Lockout happy. “You deserve a little fucking happiness.”

“He’s not wrong,” Hush said, giving Lock a meaningful look.

“You’re all a bunch of meddling assholes,” Lock said, looking amused now. “Just because you’re all happily married off doesn’t mean we all need that.”

I exchanged a glance with Butcher. Lock needed that just as much as we did. More probably. But I wasn’t about to push my fucking luck. I was already lucky enough he didn’t toss me out on my ass for calling him out in front of the others. Desperate times and all that.

Screaming and cheering interrupted the conversation. We were out of our seats and heading out to the main part of the clubhouse so fast me and Hell got stuck in the doorframe while everyone else piled up behind us.

“Move you fucking sasquatch,” I barked at him, shoving him back so I could get out there and see what happened. My gun was in my hand when I bolted into the main area. My steps stuttered as I watched the women crying and hugging. “What the hell?”

“Fuck,” Lock muttered. “I’m going to make a fucking rule. No screaming unless someone’s trying to murder you.”

I glanced over at him. “Prez-”

“Don’t,” he said, slapping his hand on my shoulder. “I’m happy for you, but we’re not fucking talking about me right now.”

“Got it.” I left him alone. Didn’t want him going full lockout on my ass. That never ended well.

Priest walked over, grinning and plucking Jenny out of the throng of women, holding her against his side. Her feet weren’t even touching the ground as he held her with one arm. “We have an announcement,” he told the room.

“I’m pregnant!” Jenny called out happily.

I waded in, ignoring Priest’s curse as I grabbed Jenny out of his arms and hugged her. This was good news. Something that was desperately needed because I wasn’t looking forward to telling Billie what I’d learned. That could wait until later. For now, we’d celebrate.

CHAPTER 17

Toxic

“If you fucking hug my wife one more time,” Priest snapped, shoving me away from Jenny, “I’m going to lose my shit.”

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