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I pull up and park my bike down the street from their house. Another condition. Be as stealthy as possible. Do not draw attention to her or the house. Driving my loud ass bike down a residential street screams, ‘look at me’, so I park at the end, near a busy intersection and pray it isn’t ripped off. Walking this street is something I’ve done a hundred times. I’ve often wondered why he pays a mortgage for a house off the compound when we have several houses sitting empty. But she can’t live near us, it’s too obvious, too dangerous and there is no way she would be able to live a normal life coming and going from the club. Maybe once the history is finished, he can move Lily to the compound, closer to Savannah and the baby.

I scan the houses, bikes laid in the yards, basketball hoops attached to garages. Everything seems so normal. A life I didn’t grow up in, but a life I want the baby to have. I’m sure Savannah grew up on a street like this. Do I have to stay at the club? Would she mind taking up one of the houses? Would Cut be willing to let me live outside the compound? So many things undecided. So many loose strings. This is the next generation of the club. New rules need to be put in place. Once we take care of Louie’s father, I’m sure the future will be a lot brighter. Well, as bright as it can get when you’re dealing with a MC.

I softly knock on the door. I hear shuffling coming from the living room. I’m sure Cut is giving her his warning, not knowing who’s standing on her porch at nearly midnight. “It’s me.” I say, letting her know she’s safe. She unlocks the latch and pulls the door open. “Lily.”

“Sin?” She questions me, her eyes skirt over my face as she looks over my shoulder.

“I need him.” She nods, opening the door only slightly wider so I can step into her house.

“What the fuck!” Cut stands behind the door, gun loaded safety off.

“Sorry, brother.” I hear the click of the safety.

“I’ll give you two sometime.” Lily smiles at me. “It’s good seeing you.” She goes up on her toes and brushes her lips against my cheek.

“It’s good seeing you too. Hopefully soon, I’ll be seeing you more.” Confusion clouds her eyes, but she doesn't say anything.

I follow Cut into the kitchen where he opens the fridge, pulls out a beer for him and water for me. Since I’m lacking a kidney, I stopped the alcohol intake years ago. I didn’t need to risk my health any more than I do with living a life of a biker, so I stay sober. Always. “Here.” I shove the envelope into his chest before I take a seat in one of the stools. He drops the bottle onto the wooden top of the island.

“What’s this?” He asks as he opens it. I don’t answer him. He’ll see it for himself soon enough. His eyes cut to me. “Where did you get this?” He tosses the paper onto the counter.

“Savannah dropped it in my room. Wherever she found it, it did a number to her head. She was on me, throwing herself at me.”

“And you’re complaining because why?” He smirks.

“Stop fucking around. This is serious shit, and you know it. If this were Lily–”

“Don’t–”

“I love her.” Cut looks physically affected by my confession.

“Well, fuck me. My little brother has finally found his heart and is willing to love someone other than the people who share our blood.” He pushes the letter towards me. “It still doesn’t change how we’re going to proceed with Redding.”

“How can you even say that? This proves that he isn’t likely to just go away. He wants Savannah and that baby and he thinks he has the power to make that happen.”

“He doesn’t.” Cut says matter-of-factly.

“He has the money.”

“We have the connections.”

“His connections are dirtier. His connections trade kids and spill blood as if it’s nothing. I’m not willing to put her or the baby in any danger and that will always be a possibility while he’s still breathing.”

“Lick will teach him a lesson.”

“He’s above lessons and you know it. He’s Tyson fucking Redding. He thinks he walks on water and his money can buy him anything he wants. It's not happening. I'm not losing another person who I love.”

“You’re making rash decisions, Sin. Your mind is going crazy with scenarios that may never happen. You can’t keep doing this.” He slams his hand on the counter. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath. When he looks back at me, I can see the momentary anger vacant from his eyes. “You can’t keep living with the what-ifs. You need to keep your head clear of that shit. One-step at a time. Let Lick do his thing. If he hasn’t budged, then and only then will we reevaluate the situation. I'm not willing to have blood on the club’s hands if I can avoid it.

“I'm not having her taken away from me and I am telling you this. If I feel she’s in any danger, if I have the slightest feeling that he’s around, I'm ending him.”

I grab the letter from the counter and make my way to my bike.

The ride from Cut’s back to the club does nothing to ease the worries that I have festering in my mind. Tyson needs to be dealt with and he needs to learn his lesson. He may think he’s something to write home about in Texas, but on the streets of Las Cruces, he’s just a pretty boy with a God complex. That shit doesn’t fly, especially in Fury territory. “Where you been?” Lick walks up to me as I pull my leg from my bike.

“Are you my keeper?”

“Don’t go there with me, little one.” I hate when he calls me that shit. He may be bigger in size, but I’ve seen more death and destruction in my day that would make him cower in the corner. “I’m just wondering what’s so important that you’d leave that piece of ass unattended.”