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A fire heats my chest, and I just want to jump his bones for being so supportive. I’ve always longed for a partner who’s caring, supportive, and good with Sammy. I just convinced myself that that type of man was a myth and didn’t exist.

“Goodnight, Jett,” I say with a smile and amusement in my tone.

“Goodnight, Ivy.”

* * *

Upon waking,Sammy darts out, searching for Ava. The bond between them is growing—Ava even lets Sammy help make breakfast sometimes. Each day here at the clubhouse reassures me I made the right choice. Sammy seems happier than she’s been in a long time, completely unaware of her father’s betrayal. I’ll do everything I can to keep it that way.

After chatting with Milly, Sophie, and Jett, I feel confident about returning to work. I called my boss this morning, and they’re short-staffed, so I’m starting tomorrow.

After breakfast the men head toward the rear of the house one by one. Sammy jumps out of her chair and trails after Jett. He glances down at her, then crouches to her level, speaking softly. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but Sammy’s expression changes instantly.

She stomps back to me, lip pushed out in a pout. “What’s wrong?” I ask while clearing plates and helping the women tidy up.

“Jett said I have to stay inside,” she huffs.

Elena overhears and steps closer. “The men are doing shooting practice,” she explains. Her eyes flicker to mine, and she must notice the panic flashing across my face. “Don’t worry. I’ll go lock the back door.”

I exhale, relieved. Of course Jett wouldn’t want her near that. I head to the kitchen, handing the plates to Trixie, who offers me a small smile. The loud cracks of gunshots echo from the backyard.

“It’s okay,” Sammy says, her tone more upbeat. “Jett promised we can watch a movie later, and heneverbreaks a promise.”

Zara approaches, her presence hard to miss. She’s stunning—like, jaw-droppingly beautiful. Long black hair flows against her pale skin, creating a striking contrast. She’s like the Angelina Jolies and Megan Foxes of the world.

“How are you and Sammy settling in?” she asks, her voice soft and kind.

I smile back. “I’m doing my best, and Sammy loves it here.”

“I haven’t had much of a chance to talk to you,” she says, “but I manage Misty’s Safe Haven here in Crown Village. It’s a charity that helps women and children rebuild their lives after difficult circumstances—like domestic violence.” Her expression softens with a sad smile.

The compassion of this motorcycle club amazes me. Their selflessness and dedication to others are genuinely inspiring.

Zara places a gentle hand on my arm. “We offer access to counselors and lawyers. And if you believe the clubhouse isn’t the right place for you and Sammy, our shelter provides accommodation and food. May I see your phone?”

I swallow hard and hand it to her.

She types quickly, then returns it to me. “I’ve saved my contact information in your phone. If you need anything, call or text anytime. I’m always here for you.”

Overcome by a rush of emotion, I blink back tears. “Thank you. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

Zara smiles warmly. “You’re very welcome.”

“So—you run the charity all on your own?” I ask, genuinely amazed.

“The MC helps too,” she replies, her admiration for them clear. “If a woman or child is in danger, the club steps in to ensure their safety until I can get to them and bring them to the shelter.”

“Jett? Or, well, Demon... he does that too?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

She briefly shakes her head. “Although he is dying to help out with that side, he can’t. He lacks”—she cringes—“restraint from violence toward the people who have hurt the victims of abuse. I can’t risk it. I don’t want to traumatize the family any more that what they have already gone through.”

I’m not sure how to feel about that. Zara’s so nice. It has me wondering... “What do you think about Jett?” I ask, needing to hear her perspective.

She pauses, weighing her words carefully. “Trauma changes people. He is doing the best he can with what life has thrown at him. But one thing I can guarantee—he’ll protect you and Sammy with his last breath. There’s no doubt about that.”

Her words leave me stunned.

Zara’s smile returns. “I’d better head to work. Remember, call me if you need anything.”

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