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All I could do at this moment was provide the support and protection Gina and her children needed. That meant taking on a role I hadn’t since Thunder’s childhood.
These kids needed a father in their lives. A man who could teach them things and help them grow in ways Gina lacked. Not that she wasn’t a great mother. She was fantastic. Her fierce protective nature matched my own. A lioness raising her cubs.
Tiger.
Shit. I knew another woman once that loved and protected her child with the same commitment and selflessness. Anita and Thunder blew into my life in a blaze of fire and left it cold and empty when they left. My heart ached with remembrance.
And ached for the pain that lingered in this house.
I reached out my hand, knowing Gina would accept it. She didn’t hesitate. Crawling over to us, she wrapped an arm around her son and rested her head on my shoulder.
We didn’t need words to cement the bond already growing between us. It happened without effort.
Gina, Rev, and Olivia were meant to be mine. The Reaper brought us together, revealing secrets and exposing lies. He knew where I needed to be, just as he knew the sacrifices Thunder made every day to save innocents like the ones in my arms.
I held Gina and Rev, alert and tuned in to the world around us. Their nightmare was ending. I’d be sure to reap the soul of the monster that dared to terrorize them and ensure his club never harmed another soul.
Chapter 7 Gina
“So, you and Diablo, huh?” Sasha asked, sipping an iced tea as I sank next to her on one of the black leather couches not far from where Diablo played pool with Bodie and Chaos.
Rev and Olivia were in one of the rooms with Trish, Grim’s ol’ lady and a few others, watching holiday movies with the kids.
My shoulders lifted in a shrug before I sat back, ignoring the beer on the coffee table in front of us. Next to the bottle, a baby monitor sat, turned on low in case Maverick woke up from his nap. Hence the reason Sasha didn’t have an alcoholic beverage in her hand.
Only at the Crossroads could you find a bar full of rough bikers, women, children, and a mix of alcohol, rock music, toddler toys, and diaper bags.
“I like him,” I answered honestly. “He’s a good man, Sasha.”
“I know he is, babe. You’re not going to get any shit from me.” She gathered her dark hair and twisted it into a ponytail, tying the long strands off with a black band. “To be honest, I wondered why it took so long.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been flirting and giving each other bedroom eyes for months. Girl, I see the way he looks at you.”
Biting my bottom lip, I didn’t deny anything. “Looks at me how?”
