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I look around and see all the women look a bit guarded as they look at me.

“I don’t understand,” I tell her.

“You want to become friends with us.” She points around the room. “When you’re an old lady and all the other wives hate us.”

I shake my head before she even finishes the sentences. “I don’t think they hate you. Yeah, I’m sure they may have a problem with some if you’ve disrespected them in the past or if they know for a fact you have slept with their man, but overall no, I’m sure they don’t hate you just for existing.”

“She’s right,” Tara says. “Honk’s wife is nice to everyone when she doesn’t have to be.” She looks at me. “I really like that you want to bring us all together. Now what do you need from us.”

I smile at my friend. “I want to meet with each one of you over the next week and get you scheduled for your exams. That will be step one.”

They all nod as they start to chat among themselves.

“Thanks, guys,” I say as they walk out of the room.

After the last one leaves, I push back the chair from the table and spin. I squeal in excitement. That went so much better than I thought it would.

“Go well?”

“Ah!” I scream, clutching my chest. “You scared me.”

Harrison laughs. “You look happy.”

“Because I am. It went so much better than I thought it would.”

He touches the corner of my smile. “I love seeing this on you.” He leans down and kisses it. “Come on, let’s go get you something to eat.”

As he pulls me out of the room, a feeling of rightness settles in me, and I can’t help but feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be.

twenty

I would much rather bein bed with Natalie, but when Wrath called saying he had a message from William, I called church.

So as I sit here wishing I could be with my girl, instead I’m about to listen to the asshole who hurt her.

“Where did he leave the message?” I ask.

“Delivered it to the shop. Not himself. It came through the mail,” Wrath tells me as he hands the flash drive over to Trigger.

Trigger plugs it into one laptop, doing some shit I’ll never understand on it before plugging it into the second laptop. Then he casts to the screen.

“It’s a video,” he advises, pressing play.

“Kingston. I always knew we would meet again one day. As fun as it’s been to watch your pathetic little search for me, I’m sick of playing games. I want my woman, and I want my club. You see, when you cast me away all those years ago, I never went far. I always knew I would come back and claim my rightful position with the MC. So take this as it is. A warning that I am coming for you. I’ll take over as president after I kill you and then I’ll take that little slut and fuck her until she is a broken mess solely because I know that if you were alive, it would kill you. You were always soft like that. Oh and tell my insurgent he’s doing a good job. I’ll be seeing you soon, old friend.”

The video stops.

The room is silent.

My entire body is tense as I stare straight ahead, processing his words. My hands are in fists as I replay his words.

I’ll take that little slut and fuck her until she’s a broken mess.

I don’t even care about the rest of it. Hearing him talk so poorly of the woman that has become the most important thing in my life is what is gutting me. He wants to hurt her. Even more now that he knows who she is to me.

“What does he mean by insurgent?” Midnight asks, a calm fury radiating off of him.

I turn, looking to Colt. He looks as angry as the rest of us. Is he angry because of William’s words or because he’s the traitor?

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