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She was one of us.
Rommy belonged at the Diamond MC. Hell, even Tech and Saint would agree. Their praise for her the other day when they’d come back from dealing with those fuckers was high. They adored her. Thought of her as a sister.
She should stay.
But we couldn’t ask her to give up her family just for us.
Christ, they looked gorgeous together.
I could imagine Eve tipping her head back and Rommy leaning down to kiss?—
Abort that fucking thought immediately.
Rommy was close enough to my junk she’d feel my dick grow.
But hell, I’d admit it wasn’t the first time I’d thought of something like that.
BANG.
A door slammed hard in the hallway. We all looked to one another before scrambling to rush out. Something was happening downstairs. As we rushed down, Rommy held her gloved hands up, so she didn’t get the dye on anything.
In the common room, Death barked, “Where’s Lucas?” His hands were on Raya’s waist, and there was a puddle on the floor.
“What the fuck?” I asked. Rommy and Eve slapped their hands back at me. But only Rommy left a big red handprint on my tee.
She cringed. “Oops, sorry.”
“Raya’s water’s broken,” Eve said. Then she gasped. “What do we need to do?”
“Fuckin’ find Lucas and get him here.”
“He’s not here!” a prospect yelled from upstairs. Maybe it was him banging the doors while frantically looking for Lucas.
“Let’s relax,” Rommy tried.
“No,” Death snarled. “Hospital now.”
Raya laughed. “Honey, I might not give birth for a while yet.”
“What do you mean?” Death demanded.
Raya sighed. “Did you listen to anything in those birthing classes?”
“Sure,” the idiot said with a lot of hesitancy.
Raya scowled up at him. “Take me to your room so I can get changed,” she demanded just as the kitchen doors swung open and Torch held up a jug of water and tea towels. “This is all I can find.”
“What are you gonna do with them?” Rommy asked.
Eve groaned. “It needs to be towels and warm water.”
Rommy snickered.
Footsteps pounded down the stairs, and the pale prospect with an armful of towels yelled, “I have towels.”
“I’m going to get changed,” Raya snapped, but then gripped her belly and moaned, scrunching up her face.
“What? What?” Death demanded.
