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“Speak to her,” I encourage, “Tell her how you are feeling, and if she doesn’t get it together, threaten her back with her being your girl. You deserve the world, Cody, so don’t settle for anything less.”

“Oh yeah, I definitely see it, brother,” Ace mutters, and I raise a brow at him while Cody says, “Yeah, I fucked up, and Damian is one lucky fucker.”

“That I am, but as for Haley, listen to my girl,” my boyfriend chimes in. I lean into him and state, “Okay, I’m going to let the men talk to you, Cody. I need to get Hannah’s puree ready, love ya!”

“Love ya, Ess,” he replies then says, “Now Damian, about the drinks I wasn’t invited to?”

Ace laughs as Damian groans, and I roll my eyes.

Who knew my boyfriend and ex-boyfriend would become close?

Shaking my head, I walk over to the fridge and grab Hannah’s squash and carrot puree while eyeing the boys playing with the playdough, all while the men talk before my eyes land on Damian.

His grin spreads over his face, and butterflies swim through my stomach.

He says he’s lucky to have me, but honestly, I’m the lucky one. He makes me whole.

Chapter 15

Jokester – Two Months Later

“Thisshitneedstostop,” I snap as I put my hands on my hips, glaring at my dad, my old Pres, Bullet, and Hammer, all sitting on the black leather couches in the waiting room at the Black Angel’s tattoo shop looking at me while my old cut sits on the glass table.

I’ve just spent three hours bent over a client, tatting a big ass fucking hawk on his back, only to come out to settle the bill and find these fuckers.

I get it, it’s been five months since I handed in my cut, and I haven’t come back like they were hoping, but what the fuck do they expect?

Bethany still comes in every day to try and get in the back to see me, to the point of when Hammer was dealing with club business, the temp receptionist had to call the cops to remove her yesterday.

She’s getting worse, and Butcher is allowing it.

Bullet sighs as he sits forward, and I raise a brow and ask, “Really? They’ve appointed you to start this whole thing?”

He shrugs and reminds me, “I’m the only one you are willing to have contact with outside of this shop, and I’m also the one who comes here twice a week for dinner with the kids and Scar.”

I swallow and look away. He’s about to bring up my girl. I just fucking know it, and I’ll end up having to cancel our twice-weekly dinners without telling my girl why and pissing her off.

“I know you don’t want me to speak, brother,” he tries, and I cut him off with a glare, and I snap, “Then don’t fucking speak!” he winces. However, I ignore it and growl, “She still comes here and demands my attention after he,” I point at Butcher, “used my cut against me to date his daughter for two fucking years then tried to get me to hand her my patch! She is still a fucking problem, so don’t speak.”

“What the fuck!?” Hammer shouts as he stands, looking at Butcher in shock and anger, and I shake my head.

“She finds out, shit will hit the fan, Ace,” I say, using his legal name. “I don’t trust Butcher, and I don’t trust my dad, especially not with this, and I no longer trust the club so keep your fucking mouth shut.”

Bullet looks down knowing I’m right and Butcher flinches before Dad asks, “What is it we don’t know, son?” I look at him coldly and he nods and says, “I get it, you don’t want to trust us. We both fucked up, and you were right;. Bethany has footage of Stone, myself, and Butcher torturing a prospect who went against the club, which is why we bent to her demands.”

“Thomas?” Bullet asks with a frown, and my dad nods as Butcher adds, “She got everyone’s faces, and for a sixteen-year-old, your sister was a piece of work, still is.” He looks at me, “For years she’s held the footage over us, promising to bring everyone in the club down including her own mother. We managed to find the video proof she had and destroyed it, but that was only last week. She hid it in a floorboard in Bullet’s room.”

“Wait, what?!” Bullet stutters in shock, but I shake my head.

“You both put that shit on my shoulders and continued to try and force me to make her my old lady without even giving me an explanation. I told you once, and I’ll tell you again, I don’t care what she had on the club, you never should have forced that on me, fucking ever, and I’m not coming back to the club.” I snap, and Bullet sighs.

“Bethany is being banned from the club for a while until she changes her ways,” he says, and I shrug, not giving a shit.

She was entitled and even blackmailed her father, our fucking club, just so she could get with me for my patch. She’s still around and she’ll still try and get access to the club and will hurt my girl and again for what, me?

I’m not even that fucking special.

“Son, please,” my dad begs. I shake my head again and turn, not willing to deal with them anymore, but I pause when Bullet asks, “What are you going to tell Essy when she asks to meet your family brother?”

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