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I snort a laugh, my finger still sliding my cum up inside her. “I dunno, I think we’d make some pretty fucking great kids. Your sass, my devilishly handsome good looks—”

She spins on top of me, shoving my chest. “Shut up! Don’t even joke about tha—” She stops midsentence, finally glancing down at the broken condom, her eyes bugging out of her head. “Oh… fuck.” Her eyes snap down to my finger inside her, and she notices what I’m doing. She scowls, grabs my hand, and yanks my fingers out of her. “Hoodoo, stop! I’m a working woman. I have a job that I love, taking care of The Plantation. I can’t just get knocked up because you want to put a kid in me.”

“But the idea is a good one, don’t you think?” I move my hand to her stomach.

She swats at my hand and scowls. “No!”

I raise my brow. “Never? You never want me as a daddy?” I throw her words back at her, and she pouts at me.

“Hey, there’s Daddy, and then there’s being a daddy. Twoverydifferent things.”

“Can’t I be both?”

She brings her hand up to my cheek, caressing gently. “Hoodoo, I’m on birth control. I can’t get pregnant right now anyway.”

I snort, widening my eyes. “Then why the fuck are we using a condom?”

Maxxy shrugs. “Because I don’t wanna risk getting pregnant. Not any chance at all. My life right now is the club. Working at The Plantation, running that place… you get it, don’t you?”

I do, but I still wanna put a baby in her—one day.

“I get it, but I have to admit, seeing my seed inside your cunt like that did something to me. I’ve never even thought about it before today, but Maxxy, you make me fucking crazy.”

She shakes her head with a bright smile and leans in, resting her forehead against mine. “That’s because youarecrazy, old man. Stop with the baby talk, grab another condom, and fuck me again like you mean it.”

My cock jerks in appreciation, and I chuckle. “Yes, ma’am.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Hoodoo

Four Weeks Later

It’s been an anxious few weeks.

With Raid unable to locate the source or any trace of Maxxy’s video and time starting to run out on her deadline, we’re all on edge. But there’s been something else brewing these last few weeks, making everyone stressed.

Especially Hurricane.

And it’s all been leading to this.

Today he and Kaia are finally tying the knot.

The clubhouse is decked out with flowers fucking everywhere. It looks like Hawaii has thrown up all over the clubhouse. But even I have to admit, it looks pretty damn nice.

It makes me want to take a vacation to a tropical island.

As I hang around waiting for the ceremony to start, I watch some of the members from our brother chapters who have come over for the big event. We have guys from Chicago, Houston, and even a few from LA to celebrate. And let’s not forget about Marcel and the Baroness, our allies, who are here too.

I don’t think any of us realized for one minute it would be such a big turnout. But I guess when a chapter president gets hitched, it is a big deal. And everyone showing up is more out of respect.

Making my way to the bar, I spot Torque and Trax from Chicago sitting with Six and Zero from Houston. I can only shake my head at the Defiance royalty in this room. As I approach the men, I nod once and tap the bar, catching Jaz’s attention. “Beer,” I tell her, and she immediately begins pouring.

“Big turnout,” Torque states, standing beside me.

Jaz slides the beer over, and I grab the ice-cold glass and clink it with Torque’s. “I had no idea this clubhouse could fit so many people.”

They all laugh.

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