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He frowned and peered into the car as Danny squeaked. “You brought a kid to a club party?” he said and began to laugh.

“Open the gates, candidate. I’m family.”

Farm-boy stopped laughing and squinted. “Nah bitch. You’re not because I know everyone, and you ain’t known to me. Whatever shit you’re playing at ain’t worth my time, take your ass and disappear. No doubt you’re looking to blame a brother for that rugrat. Just fuck off.”

“My name is on the list. Willow Ware. Check it out.”

“Don’t fuckin’ order me about!” he yelled. That did it. I hit Fanatic’s number. “Who the hell you think you are? Coming here trying to foist a baby off on a brother? You wanna party, come without the kid. But tell ya what. Get on your knees and suck my cock, I’ll give you a mouthful.”

“I’m the old lady of Grey of Rage MC. You will talk to me with respect, and I’m family! I am not a skank, whore, or barfly. Chance is my uncle, and you’re really fucking up, candidate,” I yelled back. My hand clasped my cut, and I shook it at him.

“Bitch, you ain’t no old lady. I’ve met Rage, they don’t have a brother called Grey. Whatever bullshit game you’re playing isn’t working. Here,” to my disgust, Farm-boy yanked his dick out. “Come suck me off.”

Infuriated, I opened my mouth to yell when he was knocked flying. Fanatic came out of nowhere and, getting the upper hand, straddled Farm-boy and began beating the shit out of him. Buoyed up, I jumped out the car.

“Kick his ass, Fanatic. That fucker waved his slimy cock at me!” I yelled.

“Willow!” a voice bellowed, and I saw Slaughter, Wraith, Shee, Celt, and Shotgun bearing down fast. I held a hand up and stopped them.

“Let Fanatic beat him!” I screeched as Farm-boy’s leg came near me. I stamped down hard with my heel, and Farm-boy howled as Fanatic’s fist hit him again.

“I’ll take the car,” Jinx said, slipping past me as I shouted encouragement at Fanatic. Jinx drove off as I nodded. Someonetook my cut and helped me slip it on, and I kept yelling at Fanatic to beat the hell out of Farm-boy.

“Fuckin’ disrespect me, you piece of shit!” I yelled, infuriated. “A brother’s widow, a Founder’s daughter, a goddamn Legacy Princess of your brother club.”

Fanatic stood up and I kicked Farm-boy straight in his ribs.

I jabbed my heel down on Farm-boy’s thigh and then booted him again. “He conscious?” I demanded.

Fanatic shook his head. “Nah.”

“Fuckin’ pussy!” I hissed. “Passed out too quickly.”

“I’ll wake Farm-boy up and smash him again,” Fanatic offered, but I’d laid eyes on Tiny.

“No. Tiny can put the fear of God in him. Talk to me like that?” I spun on Fanatic, still enraged. “Did you forget to put my name on the gate?”

“Fuck no! You’re at the top!” Fanatic exclaimed and reached into the gatehouse and pulled out a clipboard. He turned it and pointed to my name.

Irate, I kicked Farm-boy four more times. “So, you were being a disrespectful shit!”

“Willow, you finished with your chew toy yet?” Chance demanded.

“No!”

“Yeah, you have, kid, come give me a hug,” Chance ordered. I stamped on Farm-boy one more time and stomped over to cuddle Chance, who chuckled. “Got Axel’s temper, girl.”

“He’s my dad,” I muttered as Chance released me, and I hugged those surrounding me.

“Rascal, take this piece of shit to the gym and…” Chance looked around. “Smokey, watch Farm-boy until we come for him. Fanatic, get those knuckles checked.”

I saw half the club surrounding me, including Runner. Still riled, I sent Runner a shitty look as he seemed to be weighingFanatic up. “Yeah. He’s blackbelt ju-jitsu, did someone forget to tell you?” I sneered and stomped past him.

Celt caught me and slung an arm over my shoulder. “Good to see you again, princess.”

“Hey, Celt,” I replied as anger drained from me.

“Think you made a statement?”

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