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When we visit the Fort Lauderdale club, I take in the love and support the brothers have for the women and men, and seeing that shit lets me know that if I happen to find myself a man instead of a woman, no fucker will bat an eyelid at the thought.

Both Slade and Maverick are attached to both a man and woman, and they are happy as fuck and in love, so that is all that counts.

“Prospect, did you see the race this weekend?” Savage calls to Logan, who is behind the bar, cleaning glasses.

He cocks a brow at my brother and sometimes lover, shaking his head.

“Why not? I thought you liked all that racing shit, with fast cars.” Savage sits on a stool in front of the bar, a grin in place on his face as he playfully torments the new prospect.

“I was busy cleaning up after your party. So no, I did not see the race and for your information going forward, the guy you are referring to no longer drives.”

Savage smirks, leaning on the bar with both forearms.

“Shame, he was one of the hottest drivers on the track.” He winks.

A hand trails down my shoulder and I turn my head to see one of the club girls standing there in a cropped top that is stretched over her fake tits, and a skirt that should be labelled a belt.

“What can I do for you, Diana?”

She licks her lips and it does nothing for me. Recently, none of the club girls have gotten my dick’s attention. Over the years, yes I have sunk into them to help with the need for an orgasm, but it is getting old.

I am thirty-six, closing in on thirty-seven and fuck me, I feel eighty on some days. Seeing Ruth settling down has me looking for more of that instead of random pussy or ass.

Fuck, even though I have fucked Savage a few times, my compulsion to go back has been waning.

“I miss you. Maybe we can go to your room and fuck like old times,” she purrs and again, it does nothing for me.

Before I can answer, my phone rings, so I reach into my cut to get it. Frowning, I see Ruth’s name flash across the screen. Diana scoffs, rolling her eyes when I look up at her.

“Leave now, before you say something that will piss me off. You know not to disrespect the mother of my kids.”

“Whatever.” She storms away, latching onto Savage at the bar. Even though he is openly gay, the club girls still try to seduce him.

“Hey, everything okay?” I ask, because she was supposed to be taking the kids to the library today for the start to their summer activities program.

“Yeah, Raya has a temperature. I don’t really want to take her out today, but the kids really wanted to go to the library for this summer thing.”

“I can take them,” I interject. “No need to drag the baby out, keep her home and take care of her. I will be at your house soon to pick the terrors up.”

“You are a life saver, Kohen.” She giggles.

I hear the baby start to cry and wince, she sounds unwell, bless.

“Be right there. Go and deal with the cupcake.”

I hang up, and walk over to Pres, who is talking to Savage.

“Pres, I have to go and get the kids. Ruth’s baby in unwell and she premised Emmi and Rex they could go to the library today, so I have to step in and take them.”

“Go.” He doesn’t hesitate.

He knows all about family and will help whenever he can.

Knowing that I am picking the kids up, I forgo my bike and climb into my car instead. I updated my Jeep about two years ago, as I needed something bigger with the twins getting older and needing even more shit.

Driving to Ruth’s house doesn’t take me long. Emmi and Rex are sitting on the front porch waiting for me, both with a backpack on either side of them. Smiling when they see me, I climb out to greet them.

“There are my little terrors,” I call. They run to me, as I see Ruth stepping out of the house with an unsettled Raya in her arms.

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