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“How’s Har doing?”

I looked at Wrench out of the corner of my eye before turning back to my bike, using the rag in my hand to polish the tank. The tell-tale flick of a lighter filled the quiet space as he lit a smoke.

“Not good,” I answered blandly.

He sighed and walked around in front of me, obviously understanding that I was going to continue to give him my back. Wrench was my brother, I would protect him with my life no matter what happened, but I couldn’t protect him from his own shitty judgment.

“Sugar’s going downhill fast and I don’t know what to do to help her,” he spoke quietly, his head hanging slightly, the bill of his cap shielding his eyes from me. Wrench was usually a quiet guy. He kept to himself a lot of the time, was serious and stern, and with the amount of tats that covered his body he was intimidating as hell. But when he spoke, he spoke with sincerity and purpose.

Straightening and tossing my rag onto my bike, I folded my arms across my chest. “And what makes you think it’s up to you to rescue her?”

He inhaled deeply, releasing a plume of smoke that swirled in the air. “You telling me you wouldn’t do whatever it took to keep her safe? She means something to this club—to all of us.”

“The difference being that I don’t have an ulterior motive,” I snapped under my breath. “Yeah, I hate to fucking see her like this, and I hate what it’s doing to Harlyn, but I ain’t looking to get in her fucking pants.”

He lifted his head, pushing his chin up in defiance. “That’s not what this is fucking about, Blizzard. I give a shit about that woman, yeah, probably more than I should given she is Op’s ex and his kid’s mom. But I’m not just out to fuck her, damn it.”

“You want her?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, I fucking want her. I want all of her.”

“Then be a fucking man and own it. Stop God damn running around behind your president’s back.” I glowered at him. “We are brothers. We’re honest and fucking loyal to each other and that’s the reason our club is so damn strong. You keep up this charade of crap and you’re going to end up causing every man here to re-think who they can trust, because if they can’t trust their brothers, we fall to fucking pieces.”

He lifted his cap and scrubbed at his short hair before placing it back onto his head. “I wanted to tell him. Fuck, I didn’t care if he beat the shit out of me. I thought I was worth it—she was worth it.” He shook his head as if to say he’d been wrong. “Doesn’t matter now anyway. She’s made it clear that I’m to stay away.”

I laughed, causing Wrench to hit me with an unamused glare. “Obviously, you don’t give that much of a shit about her if you’re gonna let her tell you to get fucked and just walk away.”

We stared at each other for a long minute before he finally took a breath, tossing his smoke on the ground and not even bothering to stomp it out as he headed for his Harley.

I shook my head as I watched him peel out of the compound, the tail of his bike flicking out as he hit the asphalt.

“What was that about?” Chelsea asked as she rounded the building, Macy hooked onto her hip.

“Nothing, princess,” I muttered. “How you feeling?”

She smiled softly, shifting Macy to the other side of her body and tickling her under the chin. “I’m okay. Been sick more this morning than I have ever in my life. My head hurts. My body aches… but it’s so worth it all.”

Grinning, I walked over and pressed my lips to her forehead. “You’re gonna be an amazing mama.”

Happiness twinkled in her eyes. “And you’re gonna be an amazing dad.”

I stepped back, my eyes wide.

She choked on a laugh and Macy joined her, even though she didn’t know what was so funny. The kid just loved to laugh. “I meant Jayla. Geez Blizzard, calm down.”

My heart rate began to slow and I blew out a slow breath. “Don’t do that ever again, princess. Fuck me.”

She raised her eyebrow even with the smug smirk still present on her face. “Would it really be so bad if Rose was pregnant?”

Yes, it would be. With the drugs that had gone through her system and how sick they had made her… I shuddered, thinking about how that could affect a child growing inside her.

“No,” I answered honestly. “But now is not the right time.”

Seeing an understanding in Chelsea’s eyes, I smiled.

“Blizzard,” Op’s loud voice came around the building followed by his face stern. “Let’s go.”

I rolled my eyes. “Where? You wanna have a heart to heart, too? Because it seems like it’s the day for it.”

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