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Nadia lifts her head and scrunches her nose, “Like ever?”

I nod, “Yeah, like ever.”

“Why?”

“That is a long story and I need to feed you first.” I slap her ass gently and Nadia giggles.

“I do need to eat.” She looks at me with hunger in her eyes.

“Food, Nadia. You need to eat food, not me.”

Nadia pouts with a giggle. “Fine, but you’ll be on the table later.”

“Deal.”

We get up, use the bathroom and get dressed. She’s wearing a pair of black yoga pants with RBMC etched down the side and one of my RBMC t-shirts. Seeing her in my colors has my jeans tightening again. I watch as she bends over, giving me a peek at her delectable round ass, and pulls her blonde hair into a high ponytail. “Are you ready?” I ask.

“I guess. Let’s get this over with and our little one fed.” Nadia covers her belly with her hand and I cover her hand with my own, showing her, we are in this together no matter what. There is still fear and trepidation in her features but Nadia squares her shoulders, lifts her head high and together we exit my bedroom.

Chapter Eleven

Nadia

The Clubhouse is quiet when we leave the safety of Matt’s room and it’s making me a little uneasy. “Where is everyone?”

Matt checks the time on his phone, “Well it’s only eight a.m. so I’m guessing most of them are still sleeping.”

He leads me into the kitchen through the double swinging doors and I stop in awe. The kitchen is industrial size. A chef’s dream comes true. There are two, thirty-six-inch stainless steel stoves against one wall with a cutting board in between them. Below them are two stainless steel ovens. To the right of the stoves is a double-door stainless steel refrigerator.

The island has a sink made for washing your hands or washing vegetables. Behind that is another white and blue marble countertop and a dishwasher with a bigger stainless-steel sink. Cherry Oak cupboards wrap around the space completing the whole kitchen.

“Wow.” I’m in awe of this kitchen. I spot Capone sitting with a beautiful woman with long blond hair and bright green eyes and a girl around eight or nine years old who looks just like Capone, sitting on the opposite side of them at a small nook inthe corner. The woman smiles when she sees us and comes our way.

“Hi. I’m Danyella, Capone’s wife and Ol’ Lady and that is our daughter Nina.” Danyella points to the girl sitting at the table. She gives us a shy wave and Matt narrows his eyes at her. She grins back and continues to eat. Danyella rolls her eyes and grins. “I swear she will be the death of all of us. Anyway, there is food in the warmer, and if it’s not something you want, feel free to make whatever. This is a free-range kitchen. The only stipulation is that you clean up after yourself.”

“Thank you,” I answer quietly. Capone is glaring at us but I can’t tell if he’s pissed or intrigued.

Danyella frowns. “You don’t have to be quiet or shy around us. We’re all family and if you make Red happy, then we’re all happy. And the same goes for you. If Red makes you happy, then we’re all happy. If I need to kick his ass, you say the word.”

“Geez, thanks Dany. Glad I can count on you to have my back.” Matt glares at her mockingly.

“You know it, Red.” She grins and goes back to the nook with Capone and Nina. Once she’s within reach, Capone pulls her down next to him and wraps his arms around her, kissing her hard on the lips.

Matt blushes and I look away while Nina rolls her eyes and pretends to gag on her fork. “What would you like to eat?” Matt asks.

“Anything. I’m starving. Do you want coffee?” I counter, needing to do something.

“Yes, and you’re not picky?” Red asks as he rummages through the cupboard. I shake my head. “Ok. Let’s see what we have here, my boy needs a lot of sustenance.” Matt replies. I fix his coffee and pour myself an orange juice and grab a bottle of water. I sit at the island while Matt goes to work making me a bacon, sausage, ham and cheese omelet. He also makes Texastoast, hashbrowns and extra bacon. I’m enjoying the view of his backside as he moves around the kitchen, stopping every once in a while to give me a kiss or a wink. By the time he is done, my body is on fire and my stomach is growling full force. I feel like I could eat him and a cow. Matt makes two plates and brings them over. He sets my plate down in front of me and his down in front of him. “Bon Appetite.”

“This looks and smells delicious.” I lean over and give him a small kiss on the lips. “Thank you.”

Matt blushes and my heart skips a beat. “You’re welcome.”

We’re almost finished eating in silence, enjoying each other’s company when the door swings open and Pearl comes sauntering into the kitchen wearing nothing but a thong and a strappy undershirt. She fixes herself a cup of coffee. Forks clatter onto plates and grumbles of disapproval filter in but I keep my eyes on my plate. Matt wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

“Have some self-respect, Pearl, and put some damn clothes on,” Danyella growls from the nook. I look up and Pearl smirks before shaking her thong-covered ass and leaving the kitchen.

I shake my head. I’ve never been one to be petty but that bitch is going to get what’s coming to her and maybe she will fall in line. I don’t wait for anyone to say anything about her actions. I slide out of the barstool and enter the common room. It’s starting to fill up with Royal Bastard members, their Ol’ Ladies and club bunnies. I spot Pearl perched on a barstool, her bare ass still hanging out, drinking a cup of coffee and approach her.

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