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Striker pretends to gag. “Dude. I don’t want to know about your sex life or the things you do with your micro-penis.”

“You can fuck off too, Striker. Did you guys come here just to make fun of me? Cause if that’s the case, you guys can get the fuck out.”

Maverick clicks the TV on and turns on some kids’ show. All the little ones go running to the couch with their donuts. I turn to turn on the coffee machine when the front door flies open.

Lilah comes running through, pale as a ghost. She makes a beeline for the bathroom, not even stopping to close any door. Striker runs toward the bathroom after her.

Sounds of Lilah throwing up echo across the apartment before Striker shuts the door. I turn to Maverick and he shrugs.

“She probably has a stomach bug, Goose. A nasty bug has been going around with all the kids.”

I place my mug under the spout and watch as the steaming coffee spurts out. “Or that fucker knocked her up again.”

The door clicks open and a very pale Lilah and angry Striker step out. They both sit at the barstools at the kitchen island with a scowl on their faces. I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and place it in front of her.

“You feeling okay, baby sis?”

She shakes her head. “I’m fine. It’s just a stomach bug, that’s all. I’ll be fine in a few more days.”

Striker growls. “It’s been two weeks, Little Lark. You need to go get checked out. Please, baby.”

Maverick comes over and places his hand on her shoulder. “Have you talked to Mama about what’s going on? Any of her remedies work?”

Lilah shakes her head again. “Ugh. No. I’m fine though, I promise. I just stopped in to see my babies before I head into work.”

She gets up and heads over to the couch. She carefully kisses her three kids on the head and kisses her niece and nephew. Turning back to us, she kisses Mav first and then me.

Lilah turns to Striker and leans into him. “I promise, Levi. I’m fine. Walk me out to the car?”

He nods and they quietly walk out. Maverick turns to me with a concerned look on his face. “I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all. Things are finally getting back to normal and now Lilah is sick.”

I shrug. “It could be just the stomach bug, Mav. Or like I said, she’s knocked up. It will all be okay. Can’t start stressing over something invisible.”

A few minutes later Striker comes walking back inside. He sighs and flops down on the couch next to the kids. Scarlett climbs on her Daddy’s lap and lays her head on his chest.

Mav and I walk over and sit at the other ends on the couch. I nod toward Striker, “Everything okay?”

Striker grunts. “I guess. She’s sick but refuses to get checked out. It makes me so angry. She needs to take care of herself. As much as I want to force her to see Doc, I know she’ll just dig in her heels and not go.”

We all just shrug and remain silent. What could we say? Lilah is fiercely independent and knows how to take care of herself, she is a nurse.

Maverick is the first to break the silence. “Well, let’s just keep an eye on her. We have some shit to do in the clubhouse, so let’s take care of that today. Willow will be by later to grab all the kiddos.”

Silence fills the air again as we watch the silly kids cartoon on the TV. All we can do is hope Lilah feels better or smartens up and checks in with Doc.

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AFEW HOURS HAVE GONEby and we’re trying to keep the kids as entertained as possible in the Clubhouse. All of us are sitting in the main room when the front door opens and in walks Bambi.

She’s wearing tight black leather pants, a tiny cheetah print tank-top that comes just above her belly button, and matte black fuck me heels.

Her gorgeous blonde hair is pulled up into a messy ponytail in loose curls. She’s done that fuck me black eye make-up again that makes my cock ache in my pants.

But even more, she makes my heart skip a beat, all while killing it at the same time. Bambi doesn’t even look at me as she makes her way to the bar. I think that’s what hurts the most; the fact she is treating me like I’m not even there.

She throws her purse behind the bar and grabs a clipboard hanging up on the wall. Bambi checks all the liquor bottles on the case behind her when Maverick clears his throat.

“Dude. Stop staring at her. I wouldn’t want to hang out with you either if you stared at me like that.”

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