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When he breaks the kiss, he sighs, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “Tell me no matter what happens, you’ll always believe me when I tell you it had to happen.”

I smile, running my fingers through his hair. “I promise, Finn. I’ll always give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“I fucking hope so,” he whispers, holding me tightly against him.

I don’t think it’s just his feelings that are scaring him.

Something is going on.

Something bad.

I pull back and search his face. “What’s going on?”

He kisses my swollen lips and sighs. “Club business, baby.”

“So, you can’t tell me?” He shakes his head, and I nod. “I’m not going anywhere, Finn. I know you do things a little off-color. It doesn’t scare me.”

He chuckles as he carries me toward the bedroom. “A little off-color?”

I shrug, and he tosses me on the bed. “I’ll show you how I do things a little off-color.”

Fuck yes.

11

Finn

I stare at Mia while she sleeps peacefully. Her world has been flipped upside down, and that was just the beginning.

She has no idea the shit storm that is about to unfold.

All the secrets and lies are going to come to the surface, and she’s going to have more truth than she ever wanted.

Yesterday was fucking rough. Brooks was demanding I get ahold of Mia’s mom. I couldn’t stop thinking about what that would be like for me, if I didn’t know my mom was a drug addict and she showed up unannounced.

Mia has this version of her mom. The overprotective, loving, caring woman that she knows. When she finds out about the addiction, it’s going to hurt her, and I don’t want to be the reason for that.

So, I told them that I won’t be doing shit until Porter talked to Mia. I want her to know the past before it slaps her in the face. It’s only fair.

When she wakes up, I’m going to have to tell her that Porter wants to talk, and I know she’s going to fight it, but she needs to trust me.

Before that, though, I’m going to do something I’ve never done. I’m going to introduce her to my mom. I’m hoping that she can see the difference between my mom’s addiction and her mom’s.

It’s only just the beginning, though, because after she learns the truth, I still need to get her mom here without her permission. It’s going to start a war with her stepfather. A war she’ll never be prepared for.

I felt cornered last night like a caged animal.

When I saw her at the club, and she was talking about kids, smiling about a normal life, I knew I was falling for her. I imagined knocking her up and being there when that miracle was born.

Yet, the idea that when this all comes crashing down, she’ll hate me is a true reality. One I don’t want to face.

“Hey,” she whispers. Her soft, tired voice washes over me.

“Morning, baby,” I say, kissing her lips.

“Did you get any sleep?” she asks, pushing up on her elbows.

I grin, running my thumb over her bottom lip. “I got enough.”

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