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“Mav likes to dig deep,” Savage pipes up, making me chuckle.

I fist bump the man, but Racer does not see the funny side of things.

“No. just fucking no.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I know we are a large state and we cannot stop all the drugs that run through it, but I will try my fucking hardest to stop anyone I can.”

“We hear you, Pres,” Rogue speaks.

“We got your back, Pres.”

“Drugs ruin people.”

Replies go up around the table.

“I will tap into all of our client security cameras to see if any of their areas have had any activity linked to the crew or the MC, and report back. Also, I will speak to Mayor and see if she doesn’t mind us putting up some extra cameras around the place. I will tell her that we are doing it to keep track of tourists in the area,” I explain and Pres nods.

“Good.” He looks directly across the room to where my woman is. “Have you told the kids and Ruth that you are claiming her?”

“Nah, not yet. The twins asked if we were dating, because apparently my fucking ten-year-old daughter knows about dating because her and her mom watch TV shows with dating on them.” I scoff. “They know I am starting something with her. they like her.”

“Brother, she is growing up. Before you know it, they will be driving and Rex will want his first bike,” Ice chimes in.

“Like fuck will she be dating. She is our baby girl,” Savage snaps, cracking his knuckles.

These men are very protective of my twins, have been since I joined the club. They hate seeing them grow up as much as I do.

“One day they will be off to college and I will not see them every day, they not need me or the club every day.” I pout, which makes Racer grin.

“Brother, they will always need you. They will always need the club and we will be here every fucking time they do,” he promises.

“I need to look up more ways to kill horny, pimple-faced teens,” Savage admits with a cheesy smile on his face.

These men are my family and will die and kill for my blood family.

For that, I am grateful. Together, we have built bonds that go beyond mere friendship or brotherhood. Pussy and alcohol, along with some PTSD, we know we have each other’s backs.

It is moments like this, that I thank fuck that I am a Rugged Skull.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

MADALYN

With a drink in my hand, I still feel out of my depth sitting here in the clubhouse. I came for him. The alcohol is helping, and so are the Ol’ Ladies who are around me, plus Darian is a great buffer.

I can feel the way the club girls stare at me with hate in their eyes and I try to dampen it down, but my insecurity gets the better of me so I drink more.

Kohen is across the room sitting with his brothers, talking, and laughing.

My man. Can I call him my man? Shit. I have not been publicly claimed to the club from what I have read in the biker books I love, so I am still unsure of what we are.

Sitting with his legs spread, in a relaxed position, the black T-shirt he wears is fitting snug against his body like it was painted on, and his jeans fit him like a glove, making him look sexy.

My discomfort is lessened by seeing him happy in his space with his brothers; it is clear that they mean so much to him.

Giggles come from behind me and I look over my shoulder, seeing how the girls are dressed or should I say barely dressed. Looking down at myself, my stomach knots with unease and unruly thoughts run through my head of Kohen sleeping with those women.

My gaze slides across the room to him again and I take another moment to take him in, which makes my heart gallop in my chest. Feelings surface, ones that I am not sure I am ready to deal with.

He senses me watching him, and he looks over winking, making my cheeks heat up at being caught staring at him.

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