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We were working on a deal to help supply the Golden Glades chapter with guns that they would in turn ship internationally with a new arms dealer they’d gotten involved with.

It made easy work for us, since we didn’t have to do so many road trips to do drops ourselves. And the money was good.

The only ones really working overtime had been Riff and Raff.

They earned a break.

And it was important for the whole club to be together sometimes so the bond stayed strong.

But, yeah, I had to admit that the two of them, especially when mixed with manwhore Sway, liked to party hard.

It was going to be a late night.

I needed to start pounding caffeine early.

I didn’t expect to be stopped dead in my tracks as I walked toward the common space.

But that was exactly what happened.

Because there was Nyx.

Leaned back on the couch, fresh-faced, hair back, wearing yoga pants and a black tee, with a sleeping baby on her chest.

Really, I’d written off the idea of procreating.

Bad genes and all that shit.

And I’d honestly never got the appeal to babies. Not even after having one in the house.

But seeing one sleeping on Nyx’s chest?

Fuck.

That did something to me.

It wasn’t uncommon for Nyx to be around. She was best friends with Dell and friends with Morgaine. She popped around once in a while, but usually just in passing. Dropping something off, picking something up, or waiting for one of the girls to get ready to head out with her.

I don’t think I’d ever seen her just chilling in the common space, shoes off, with Dell’s corgi Sal asleep at her feet and the club cat glaring at her from the back of the closest couch.

The cat liked the kid.

But hated women.

He was obviously having feelings about what he was seeing.

There’d been no texts from Nyx since that unexpected night in the hotel room. The night when she’d been so fucking close to letting me in just a little bit, telling me what was going on with her.

Her defenses won out, though.

So I gave her what she would accept from me.

A distraction.

When she’d invited me to stay for a bit, I’d tried not to overthink that shit. She was clearly going through some shit and just didn’t want to be alone.

So I sat with her and watched her show about older broads fucking around with dudes or hanging out with each other.

Then she’d passed out.

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