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“The phone,” Storm growled.

“Bonita, it’s okay. Give him the phone.”

“No,” I snapped fiercely. For some reason, I didn’t want to hand the device over to Storm. I understood he was the club president, but I wanted to view the video in private.

Gasps pinged off the walls.

“What did she say?”Followed, along with whispers.

“It’s my life, and my brother’s at risk.” I gripped the evil device tightly. “All of you nosy people are making a mockery of it. I don’t want an audience when I view the video!”

“She’s right,” Joseph said. “God only knows what’s on it.”

“Everyone out except for Tina,” Raul said.

Nobody moved.

“Did you hear the VP?” Storm growled.

“Tina, are you pregnant?” the kitten with purple hair asked. “The card says congratulations on your new baby.” She held up a pair of white knitted booties and the note that had come with the package my mom had discarded on the table.

My mom’s eyes bulged.

“You stupid bitch!” Raul grabbed her by the arm and pushed her out of the kitchen. “Pack your shit. You’re out of here.”

“Lynx, she’s your responsibility,” Storm told him.

“Tina, is it true?” Eve asked.

“Mommy?” Valerie’s voice came from behind us. “Are you having a baby?” She choked on the wordbaby.

“Yes, honey.” Mom went to her, but Valerie ran out of the room.

“Maddox, don’t leave her,” Raul muttered as he wrapped my mom in his arms. “Sorry, it came out like this, mama.”

“On it, VP.”

“I hate all this goddamn drama.” Storm leveled his steely gray eyes on me. “Hand it over.”

Wow, he wasn’t a patient or nice man.

The room had cleared out, so I reluctantly gave him the device. Joseph wrapped his arms around me, and my mom and Raul leaned in to watch.

Storm pushed play.

Dorian appeared with a sardonic grin. “Good afternoon, Christina and Brynne. How are my girls doing on this fine June day?” He shook his head. “Christina, my beauty, you disappoint me. Pregnant by that brainless biker, again?”

Christina? I vaguely recalled him calling my mom Christina. My dad had called her Tina.

“I will kill that motherfucker,” Raul hissed.

“Sshhh,” I told him.

“I shouldn’t be surprised. You let Bruno knock you up when you supposedly loved me.” Dorian pretended to wipe a tear.

“Oh my God,” Mom whispered.

“At least I still have my darling, sweet Brynne.” He pointed at the screen, and an ice-cold shiver zipped down my spine. “Brynne, my love, better keep your knees tightly closed if you know what’s good for you.”

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