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Turned out Billy wasn't with Lucy but with Kayla, who had apparently known about Lucy and her accusations. Billy was waiting for a DNA test to see if Lucy's kid was his. So now we have an upset, drunken Lucy at the bar denying everything and an emotional, heavily pregnant Kayla at Billy's apartment, where she'd actually been living, refusing to come to the club and anywhere near the home wrecker that is Lucy.
Turns out Billy's apartment was in both their names as well, much to Lucy's screeching dismay.
I sigh and take another drink, wishing I'd just let Sarah come with me today. We've been an official couple for the past month. I've been at the garage as much as possible to spend time with her. She's spent most Sundays with her family, which I've respected. The doctors in New York have apparently said the same as the ones here: the chances don't look good for her sister.
I hoped she'd invite me to officially meet her parents as her man instead of the president of an MC and meet her sister. Still, she hasn't asked, and I haven't pushed out of fear of losing her. But the more she keeps me separate from her family, the more I decide to keep her separated from mine, much to my mother's dismay, and the more I question her truth about a lot of things, yet she has a hold of my heart that I know will break without her.
I sigh again. Amber really did fuck me over. I didn't love her, but I thought we had a connection of friendship—her lying about her Momma being ill and Hairy doing what he did, then fucking Clipper—my issue with trust is at a high, which I know isn't fair on Sarah.
I check my phone and see it's already 8:30 p.m.I asked Sarah to pop in at around nine. She wanted to come today to support me, but I just couldn't. My head is all over the fucking place. I want her, but I also want her to let me in, and until she does, I know I need to keep her a little at arm's length; I need to protect myself as well, and I knew her coming at nine would be perfect timing. My mother is already gone with my father, and nearly everyone is drunk.
"Fuck off!"
I turn to look at Lucy. Rose, Smokey's Momma, is trying to take the bottle of whiskey off her, and I sigh again. A lot has come to light lately. Not only was Clipper in fucking debt with the Cartel, which is the actual reason why he sold us out, thinking it was the Untamed, hoping to get revenge for a rapist psychopath, killing two birds with one stone, but Billy was never really in a relationship with Lucy, and she fucking lied. She said they were on and off, but the messages Kayla had shown me and the marriage license with both their signatures tell a different story. It looks like Lucy was a one-night stand when he and Kayla were on a break when she first turned down his proposal, scared he would regret being with her, and now she's all alone, about to raise his child, while Lucy acts like a drunken idiot, like she's lost the world.
"I said fuck off—he was mine, mine, and yet that bitch come-comes here and-and acts like he was-was hers. I'm-I'm going to kick that brat out of her belly; that baby should-should have been mine!"
I raise a brow at Rose, wondering if she wants me to intervene, but she just shakes her head at me and grips Lucy's arm, pulling her up. "NO, NO, FUCK OFF!"
I sigh again, about to get up, knowing this can't continue, and Lucy needs a fucking reality check before someone stabs her when the front door opens, and I instantly relax. The brothers are fucked up drunk, some are fucking the clubwhores, some are reminiscing on Billy's fucked up days when he was trying to learn to ride, and yet this girl is all I see. She looks fucking beautiful, though the painted butterfly on her cheek is new, making me furrow my brows. Just as she steps down the three steps by the door, Rose is half-dragging Lucy past her, only for Lucy to grip my girl's arm, making me stand up with a growl and start to walk their way.
As I get closer, Sarah removes Lucy's grip and asks, "Can I help you?"
Lucy looks her up and down and says, "Let me guess, another bitch thinking she could fuck my man behind my back."
Sarah's brows shoot up before her head comes my way, and we make eye contact. She raises a brow while I roll my eyes, then pull her into my arms, her back to my front making Lucy's eyes widen, "Oh, I get it, you-you kill my-my love, yet you-you get to me happy?"
Sarah flinches while Rose growls, "He wasn't your fucking love; you tried to trap him. It's all come out today, so watch how you speak to our pres Lucy and the woman he's claiming," then Rose looks at Lucy and says, "Hi love, I'm Rose, Smokey's Momma; it's nice to officially meet you; your Momma talks about you a lot at church on Sundays, and I like the butterfly, by the way," then she looks at me as Sarah chuckles, "Why don't you two go get something alone time? I'll take out the trash."
I snort but nod, letting her deal with that mess because I really fucking didn't want to; plus, I think Rose will scare the living shit outta her; she's a woman you don't want to mess with. I tighten my hold on my woman and drag her toward the hallway where my room is. I don't want to be in here with all the brothers fucking, oblivious to Lucy's antics. I pass by Helena, who glares at Sarah while Tech fucks her ass. Sarah pulls a disgusted face, making me chuckle as I drag her into my room, shutting the door behind us and locking it. I lean my back against it while she looks around my space. It's not a lot—a king-sized bed, one bedside table, a black rug at the end of the bed near the chest of drawers, and a flat-screen TV on the wall—but it's mine.
Sarah turns around and raises a brow, causing me to smile a little before rasping, "How's Little Mary Spitfire?"
She gives me a slight smile before walking over to me. Her yellow knee-length dress swishes as she moves, walking straight into my waiting arms that instantly wrap around her as she leans her body against mine.
"She's had a good day; Momma nearly had a stroke because I let her outside again to dance, though she did find it funny that I allowed my little sister to draw a butterfly on my face."
I give her a slight smile as she points to her face, the butterfly adding that feminine nature to her. Her little sister loves to dance. Sarah had managed to get her on a waiting list for an elite school in New York, and she even has the money saved to send her for a full two terms that her parents are unaware of. I planned to pay for the rest, but she doesn't know that yet.
My girl loves her family; her actions every day prove it. She works at the diner a few towns over in the evenings and with Sniper during the day, then on Saturdays and some Sundays when she's not with her sister, she's working the reception desk at the firehouse.
She's working herself to the grave, and I don't know how to tell her—if I even have a right to say to her after only being an item for a month.
I hum a little and lean down, kissing her lips that I've missed oh so much before she pulls back way too soon.
"What was all that about?"
I sigh, and I hold her tighter to me, my cock hardening in my jeans, loving the feel of her body against mine, her jasmine scent overriding me. "Lucy is apparently crazy."
She furrows her brows, "But she's just lost her baby and the love of her life; doesn't she have a right to be for a little while?"
I snort and shake my head, "A baby she ensured to fall pregnant with after Billy and the actual love of his life, a woman he planned to marry who is heavily pregnant with their child, had an argument. He had a stupid moment of weakness, got drunk, and fucked Lucy. She made up being his on-and-off again woman. Whenever she showed up at the club to see him, he allowed her crazy stories because he was trying to get a DNA test done on a baby; we're not 100% sure she was even pregnant."
Sarah's eyes widen, and I nod before leaning forward again, not wanting to speak about this anymore, before kissing her lips gently at first before I slowly start to harden the kiss, my tongue pushing through her hips, tangling with hers, making her moan, gripping my black shirt, and pushing her body into mine, making me groan as she slowly lifts her hands up, wrapping her arms around my neck. I move my hands from her hips to her juicy ass and grip it hard before lifting her, making her gasp against my lips, and wrap her legs around my waist before I turn us so her back is up against the door. I grind my cock against her panties-covered heat, making her gasp and moan, "Hunter," and I grind down harder.
Fuck I want her; I want to forget this fucked-up day and just lose myself inside her warm, wet heat.
I break the kiss and lean my forehead against hers, breathing heavily. Her eyes have dilated, and I know she wants me to.
