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“I can’t force her,” I said, amused.

“You might not, but I could,” Warden stated.

“No. She gets to make her choice, Prez. Bryony has kids, we aren’t forcing anyone to do anything,” I retorted.

Iona studied me, and a smile crossed her face. “You like her.”

“What are we? In kindergarten?” Warden asked.

“Shut up,” Iona replied and stared into my eyes. “Soul likes Bryony.”

“Sure he does. There were sparks flying everywhere earlier. It was something out of high school. Shy, endearing looks at each other,” Lila added.

Iona squealed, and we all winced. “When are you claiming her?”

“Fuck me, Iona. I barely know the woman. She seems nice, but I have to get to know her first. And she is not too impressed with what she knows of MCs,” I said.

“What’s that meant to mean?” Warden demanded.

“It means she’s watched too much Sons and believes that bullshit to be real,” I snapped.

“That fuckin’ programme,” Warden cursed irately.

“Clay would have been buried a long time ago,” Iona agreed.

“Don’t tell me you watched that shit?” Warden asked Iona incredulously.

“It was mine and Rosalea’s dirty little secret.” Iona grinned.

“You fancied Jax, didn’t you?” Warden looked outraged.

Iona licked her lips, and Warden grabbed her up, slung her over his shoulder, and marched her off.

“Somehow, you got out of that one, but I don’t rightly know how,” Undertaker moaned, staring at me in astonishment.

“Skills, brother, skills. Now, where the hell did Storm disappear to after that jab?” I craned my neck, looking for my sister who’d sacrificed me to the lions, aka, the old ladies.

“Storm’s with Tati,” Wyvern said, walking past.

“Fuck my life,” I complained as Aura began studying me like I was under a microscope. “Stop that!”

“But the whole bond thing is fascinating, I’ve not seen it before,” Aura responded.

“Go study Seeker and Craft.”

“No. Theirs is established. Yours is newly forming. And it’s so interesting,” Aura replied.

“And I’m outta here!” I handed Undertaker my pool cue and disappeared.

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As I headed out, I noticed a parked vehicle and frowned. It was facing the clubhouse gates but was a short distance away. There shouldn’t have been a car out here.

I swung my bike towards it and passed by. A man appeared to be kissing someone as he leaned over their seat. The car was in shadows, so it was hard to make out a second figure, but I shrugged and sped up, riding off. But something didn’t feel right.

When I looked back, I saw the car had pulled out and was leaving.

As I arrived home, I was surprised to see Bryony sitting on her porch swing. “Late for you,” I said.

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