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“I fucking love you, Haizley. You’re mine and I’ll fucking never let you go.”

Sipping my coffee at the table, I thought about last night and this morning. A smile spread across my face and heat coiled in my belly. Last night, Gunner and I finally had sex.

I wasn’t a virgin, far from it, but after what Gunner did to my body, I had to question whether my other experiences could be classified as sex.

And this morning?

Waking up to his head between my legs, his tongue buried in my pussy, me on the verge of another mind shattering orgasm? Well, let’s just sayFolger’swas no longer the best part of waking up!

Gunner planned on asking for a vote the next time they met for church. He was confident the club would welcome me with open arms. He explained he could ask for a special meeting, but I assured him that wasn’t necessary.

I was his.

He owned me.

I would proudly wear his property cut.

I had changed so much in such a short time. It wasn’t just Gunner; it was the club. It was the atmosphere surrounding the family they had created. The women weren’t owned, they weren’t controlled. They were loved and cherished. Not just by their old men, but by everyone in the club.

Sam was the mom. She showered them with unconditional love but was there to lay down the law when they stepped out of line.

Ellie was the heart. Her positivity and compassion in any situation helped to bring everyone closer together. She would be the one to bridge the gap between Ryder and Cash, once Cash was ready to let go.

Beck was the sarcastic little sister. The annoying shadow the brothers claimed aggravated them but secretly, she was their best friend. Someone they would burn the world down for, just to see her smile.

Gunner said I would be the conscience. The one the brothers could trust when they were vulnerable. He explained they all had shit in their lives that they had pushed aside rather than admit they had weaknesses. They would come to me with that shit.

I looked forward to stepping into my place. A role that was destined for me alone. Alongside my old man, and the men and women he stood shoulder to shoulder with.

What I didn’t look forward to was telling my best friend. How would she react? Would I lose my best friend because of her animosity with motorcycle clubs?

She had walked away from the man she thought could have been the one because he rode a motorcycle. How would she react, knowing I was with someone in a club?

I didn’t want to lose our friendship, but I couldn’t live my life based on someone else’s boundaries.

Only time would tell.

Chapter Forty-Two

Gunner

Haizley and I stepped into the clubhouse amid a very intense argument. The women were lined up shoulder to shoulder. Seeing the three old ladies with their protruding bellies, had me once again thinking about Haizley being pregnant with my child.

Aspen stood beside Beck; the club girls, Brandy, Tiffany and Jade, backing them up. Blade, Jack, Ryder, and Banshee, of all people, stood in front of them. King and Cash sat at the bar, pretending not to pay attention to the standoff. Brothers were spread out around the room, watching the show.

“I said no. You aren’t going!” Blade asserted.

Beck threw her head back and laughed loudly, her hands covering her stomach, protecting their child.

“It’s cute you think you have any fucking say,” she fired back.

“It’s not safe,” Jack added.

“Greg is gone. It should be safe now,” Aspen quietly added.

Banshee took a step forward, getting in her space, and growled, “It’s not fucking safe for you, and you know it.”

Aspen crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Banshee.

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