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I can’t help the tears that fall at his words.

“I told him before we went out that I didn’t feel right. It kills me to know that he felt the same way but never said anything,” Derek chokes out.

“Now you know what lengths he was going to go for you,” I say as Derek opens the box with shaky hands.

Inside the box, there’s a vest that says “Property of Razor.”

“This is supposed to be given to you when I ask you to be my Old Lady.

There’s a patch in the box not attached to the vest.

“First Lady,” it says.

Derek lets out a small chuckle. “I guess he already picked your club name.”

“First Lady, like he knew that’s what you were going to be,” he says.

“I’m honoured to know that he thought of me that way. I will always be by your side. We will take care of this club together,” I tell him.

He motions for me to stand up, and he places the vest on me with a small sad smile.

“I’m sorry, this is supposed to be happy moment. It just feels wrong without him here to do this. The president is always supposed to present the cuts,” Derek tells me.

“And so he did,” I tell him softly.

“Will you be my Old Lady?” he asks.

“There is nothing more I would rather be,” I say, looking him in the eye.

“After the baby comes, we will get your tattoo. I don’t want to risk anything happening,” he says, and I nod my head in agreement.

“Let’s go rest, and then we can deal with everything,” I say, grabbing his hand.

He follows me out of the room. No one says anything as we make our way to our room.

The weight of everything is coming down on us.

But we can handle this, together.

Chapter Eleven

Derek “Razor”

After a long sleep, I wake the next morning with Lily in my arms.

I won’t stop trying to find Bianca, no matter what it takes.

Right now, my club needs me.

I get dressed and head downstairs to find the brothers setting up to send our fallen off.

“We already informed the cemetery, and everything has been taken care of. The other chapters are on their way. Tomorrow, we will say goodbye to our fallen brothers,” Bear says when he sees me.

“Thanks for taking care of this,” I say, looking around.

“We are a club; we take care of each other. We lost them too, but you needed to sleep. Tomorrow, we will give them a proper club send off. Then we will celebrate their lives like they deserve,” he tells me.

“Okay,” I say with a nod before heading to the kitchen and seeing mountains of food.

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