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“You heard me.”

“You can’t take my son fromme.”He took a step toward her.

“I won’t be taking him awayfrom you.You will.If Butch can’t be part of The Skulls, there’sno reason for us to stay in Fort Wills.We’re looking at homes outof town.Maybe a fresh start would be for the best.”

She turned her back on him.There wasno way Alex was going to let her leave with his son.“I’ll fightyou for my son, Cheryl.You’ve got no chance ofwinning.”

Cheryl turned to face him.“I’ve got everychance of winning.You can fight all you want, Alex.You’ve got themoney, the reputation, the credit that is due a man of yourstature, but you don’t have something that Butch and Ihave.”

“What is that?”he asked,calling her bluff.

“Michael’slove.”

Her words were like a gunshot wound.They hit hard, and direct.

“I can win.”

“Go ahead, Alex.When a judgeasks our son who he’d rather be with and he says his mother andstepfather, no judge would ever give him to you, and if he did,Michael would hate you.”She shrugged.“Butch doesn’t deserve to becast aside.Make sure he isn’t and we’ll stay in Fort Wills.I’mmake sure Michael forgives you.”

He stared at her for several seconds.“Tinygot it wrong.You would be much better in the role of leading theclub.You’re a manipulative bitch.”

“No, I’m not, Alex.What I am isa mother and wife, prepared to do whatever it takes to make sureher man is cared for.Butch and Michael mean everything to me.I’dnever do anything to put them in danger.You’re nothing.Youwere a sperm donor.I’m not bluffing, Alex.Don’t ever think you can fuck meover.”

She turned on her heel and left himalone.He couldn’t chase after her or demand that she come back.Cheryl had the last word all the way.

His cell phone went off.Hoping it wasWhizz, he answered without looking at the screen.

“Hello,” Alexsaid.

“You better get your assdown to the clubhouse before I kill my motherfuckingfather-in-law,” Tiny said.

“I’m coming.”

This was what his life had turned into.He’d become a referee.

Chapter Eleven

Whizz opened the door to theluxury hotel room he’d booked them both into for the night.They’deaten food at the burger place, and he’d asked the owner for the best hotel intown.

“I guess this place beatscockroaches and rats,” Lacey said, moving past him to sit on theend of the bed.She did a little bounce then lay back.“Feelsgood.”

“You stayed in a lot ofplaces with rats and roaches?”He closed and locked the door.Pulling the curtains closed, he made sure they had a lot ofprivacy.

“Yeah, a lot of run downplaces that were not worth the shit they were asking.”She sat backup, resting back on her hands.“This place is goodthough.”

He stared at her.The need for her startedto build back up inside him.Whizz wanted her badly.

“Stand up,”he said, dropping the blanketsonto the floor.

She stood without argument.He kickedhis shoes off, watching her do the same, mimicking hisactions.

“Strip.”He tugged theshirt he wore over his head.

Lacey hesitated with her hand at thetop of her shirt.

“There’s no room to benervous here, Lacey.I want you.I need you.”He threw the shirt onthe floor between them.“We’re going to make a pile of clotheshere.”

He went to the belt holding up hisjeans.

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