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Lucky made an instant decision.

“I’ll call for back up. We need them back at the clubhouse and secured in the hole. I don’t have time for the fucker right now, he can wait until I do. The men with him, were they local or Colombian?”

“The two with him are Italian the others are definitely Colombian.”

“It means Carlos Mendez is still helping him. See if you can make his little friends sing. We need to know what the fuck is happenin’ here.” He pulled a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Make sure he can hear his little friends singin’. It might loosen his lips.”

Lure and Dive nodded, both with wicked smiles.

“My ol’ lady won’t be leavin’ for a day or so. I’m gonna have to ask Prez to assign more brothers to watch the hospital. With this shit happenin’ I’ll be stayin’ with her until she’s ready to come home. And that’s another fuckin’ problem.” He grumbled.

“Why? Take her to the safe house or bring her to the clubhouse.” Dive frowned.

“Asa has taken over the safe house and Bren will be taken there once he’s released. It will be over crowded. And the clubhouse is out of the question, it’s too noisy and my ol’ lady and my boy is not goin’ to be in a room where I used to fuck sluts.” Lucky growled in frustration.

Dive tapped him on the arm.

“I might have a solution but I have to talk to Leo first. I think her house might not have a tenant at the moment and it will solve your problem. Let me call her and see what’s what. I’ll get back to you with an answer soon.”

Lucky knew Leo’s house, had been there before. It had great security and would do until he bought his old lady her own house.

“Okay, you do that. I’ve got to get back to my ol’ lady. Thanks for havin’ my back. Take the scum away and I’ll talk to you later.”

Slapping his brothers on the back he turned and marched back into the hospital.

Back in Harper’s room he undid his laces, kicked off his boots and hung his kutte over the back of a chair before going to her bed. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple and smiled when she sighed in her sleep.

Lying down on the fucking uncomfortable cot he lay with his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. He had so many things that needed to be taken care of.

A home was first on the list.

In his mind he could already see it.

The three of them in their own home.

A family. Something he never thought he would have.

Now he did.

He had a family.

An old lady and a son and soon they would have their own home.

Fuck.

He had a family. His very own family.

He fell asleep with a smile on his face.

A smile that didn’t disappear when he woke.

Even with the threats that surrounded them life was good.

FORTY TWO

Maniac

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