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It might be sudden.

It might be dangerous.

But I can’t find it in me to argue with him because I want to fight through this together. I want to choose him, like he’s choosing me.

“Yes.” I’m nodding uncontrollably, my handsshaking.

“You’ll stay with me?”

Tears spring to my eyes, and I barely manage anotheryesbefore he claims my lips with his. Before he claims my heart with his promises.

He claims all of me, even if I was already his from the beginning.

30

Legacy

Club life can betotal bullshit.

Like when I’m sitting with my finger on a trigger instead of having it shoved so deep inside Reagan that she’s screaming my name.

After she finally agreed to be mine, all I wanted to do was spend the entire night in bed together. Instead, the Iron Sinners had other plans, breaking into one of our storehouses and stealing shit. Too stupid to realize Ghost puts trackers on all our products, which led us directly back to them.

“What’s taking them so long?” I groan, my arms and eyes getting tired of watching the open doorway, ready to shoot at any second.

Ghost lifts his gaze from his phone. “Havoc’s positioning a few more guys at the back of the property in case they run.”

On missions like this, I’m usually paired with Ghost in the shadows. It’s his job to monitor whatever the fuck he’s always watching on his phone, and it’s mine to take runners down from a distance.

I’ve always had good aim. It came naturally since Dad started training me at a young age. Shooting shit was one of the few things I always enjoyed doing with King. To this day, the feel of the grip in my hand brings back good memories.

After Bea came along, I was even more thankful for my skills with a gun. My aim means I’m usually positioned in the back, away from the mess, and less likely to come home covered in blood. The only downside is that it can be downright boring. Like right now, when Ghost and I are sitting, crouched out of sight, waiting for someone to make a move.

“Happy to see you finally locked Reagan down, brother.” Ghost smirks, glancing over at me.

“You’re just happy Soul owes you five hundred bucks.”

“You heard about the bet?”

“Like Soul can keep his mouth shut.” I chuckle.

“Chaos owes him a grand. He bet you’d never do it.”

“Good. Maybe Chaos will learn to keep his damn mouth shut and stop betting on shit that’s other people’s business. You too, for that matter.”

“I was still the closest.” He glances back down at his phone. “And I’m happy for you. Bea loves Reagan.”

I love Reagan.

I just haven’t told her that explicitly yet, so I’m not letting that word out until she’s the one who is hearing it.

“She protected Bea at the store. The gun came up, and she moved herself in front of my daughter. Sera can’t even bring herself to visit her own flesh and blood. It’s fucking pathetic.”

“Sera’s always been self-absorbed.” Ghost hums. “Patch said she’s been swiping oxy from his shelves, so he had to lock it down. Steel’s kicking her out if she doesn’t cut that shit out.”

“That’s if she doesn’t leave first just to get another fix. It doesn’t matter what happens or what we do. Nothing’s a wake-up call for that woman.” I rake my hair back. “As fucked up as it is that the Iron Sinners did that to her, I hoped it would make her change. That now that she was back, she’d want to be part of Bea’s life. Pipe dream, apparently.”

“Maybe another time.”

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