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“The uh, men who were in when I arrived, you with either one of them?” he asks, and my brows raise to my hairline.

I’m tempted to tell him to fuck off because it is honestly none of his business but something about this man is telling me to speak to him, like someone is pushing me from behind while my dad’s words from earlier come back to me.

I shake my head and deny, “No, the older man was my father and the other I had a brief relationship with in high school.”

He nods, tilts his head, and assumes, “Baby daddy?”

My mouth parts in shock, and I stammer, “Y-you, I mean, seriously?”

He frowns, “Not the baby daddy?”

I roll my eyes and state, “I don’t have a baby daddy.”

He makes an ‘o’ face and says, “Oh, so single mom?”

Dude….

“You just keep digging yourself one hell of a big hole, stranger.” I mutter, then sigh, “Aiden is my baby brother. Cody is my ex-turned-best friend” I furrow my brows, “Now, what has that got to do with you?”

He tilts his head, not looking very happy, which confuses me before he holds his hand out and says, “Damian.”

I look at him, then his hand and then back at him before I say, “Esmerelda,” and slowly take his hand but gasp as electric shocks shoot up my arm, shocking me as I look at our joined hands, but when I try to move my hand, his grip tighten making me look at him, locking eyes, and suddenly, everything around me disappears.

Oh crap, I’m so totally screwed.

Chapter 7

Jokester – A Week Later

“Thanksformeetingme,”Bullet says as I sit next to him at the bar the club owns a mile down from campus and exactly a three-minute walk away from Jacobs Bakery, where a certain mousy brown-haired gorgeous woman works that has my full attention, a woman I have tried to give space for a week.

Bullet nods and takes a drink and I swallow hard.

I hadn’t spoken to anyone in the club except Hammer this past week, and even then, it was about work and not the club. He knew not to question me and that I’d speak to him when I was ready, which, to be honest, might be never.

My mother has blown up my phone along with all the brothers, my father, and Butcher, but I’ve ignored them all, and Hammer has kept them away from the shop to allow me time.

Butcher and Dad sent me over the edge. Just because Bethany is demanding I give her my patch doesn’t give them the right to force me into the situation of making her my forever when they know I have no romantic feelings for her. Now, I don’t even have friendship or sisterly feelings towards her.

She ruined my fucking life, and they helped.

Handing my cut in was the right decision for me, and honestly, I’ve never felt lighter. I just, I feel so fucking guilty because I’ve blocked Bullet out, so when he called the shop, Hammer encouraged me to meet him so I told him I’d be on babysitting duty after our meeting.

I give him a nod and turn in my seat, Scarlett waves at me as she pats the sweet little girl’s bottom in her arms, smiling sadly as Levi drinks a strawberry shake, and I mutter, “A baby and toddler in a bar, really?” as I turn back in time for Jody to put a bottle of water before me.

I give her a nod in thanks and pick the bottle up as Bullet chuckles, “It’s lunchtime, so it’s fine, and besides, I’m still trying to get in her good books, and until then, I’m not letting her out of my sight, I mean, it’s been ten months, you’d think she’d forgive me by now.”

I chuckle, twist in my seat again, and grin at Levi, who’s just noticed me as he shouts, “Uncle Joke….”

I salute the kid and turn back to Bullet, who sighs, “He misses you, and even though Hannah is only a month old, she misses you too.”

I hum as I pick at the label on my water bottle, trying to ignore the guilt of not seeing them this week, and mutter, “Which is why I’m taking them for the afternoon, and you and Scar can have some alone time while you try and fix your fuck up and promise her you won’t impregnate her while she has exams.”

He groans, and I grin. The idiot decided he wanted another kid, and does he speak to his now wife like a rational person? No, he doesn’t, instead, he swaps her birth control for vitamins, and she doesn’t notice.

Levi is three, and Scar has stated several times that she wants to get her education under her belt and at least two years of nursing experience before they try for another child. Bullet didn’t like that idea and took matters into his own hands. She has two kids under five and is attending school to become a nurse.

“I really shouldn’t have celebrated the way I did when she told me she was pregnant,” he murmurs, looking behind him for a moment and then back at me.

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