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Both Angel and Cage froze just as the office door opened.

Angel tried to sit up and look as casually as possible at her daughter as she rolled herself into the office. Angel picked up some paper and tapped it against her desk like she was stacking it. All the while pretending that her man wasn’t hiding beneath her desk with his mouth still on her very wet, begging for an orgasm pussy.

“Cage?” Angel questioned as offhandedly as she could. “No, I haven’t seen him.”

Bree opened her mouth. She stared at Angel for a moment, as if assessing her, and then her eyes narrowed. “You two are disgusting! You have children!”

Angel knew her cheeks were reddening. It wasn’t entirely from embarrassment though. Cage was laughing against her pussy and it was making her feel some very weird things. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Angel insisted to Bree.

“Oh yeah? If I called Pops’ phone right now, it wouldn’t ring in this office?”

Angel just shrugged, trying to keep a straight face and failing. “Maybe he left his phone in here?”

Bree gagged. “Gross! Aaron and I are going across the street to the diner for ice cream. Please don’t join us, but I am telling Kelly you’ll be by later to pay for us.”

As Bree started to back herself out of the office, Angel called, “Close the door, please!”

“Disgusting!!” Bree shouted back but did as Angel asked.

Cage’s laugh burst audibly from him now.

Angel leaned back in her chair enough to slap him on top of his head. “You said you locked the door!”

“Oops,” he said innocently—and then he went back to eating his treat.

With Aaron’s sudden appearance and the court battles, Cage and Angel had been out of the loop on some of the more recent club business. It was nearly two weeks after the destruction of the Pythons’ clubhouse that they were able to attend a Church meeting. Steel was not one to allow missed meetings, but there were a couple of exceptions. The first being family.

Cheryl was being housed in a locked apartment. For now, she was conscious and cooperating. Tessa was the only ol’ lady who knew of her presence as her doctor. A camera was placed in her room and was being monitored by Keys. Everything but a bed, a chair, and some books had been removed from the room. Her bathroom had been emptied of everything but the bare essentials.

While at the vet clinic, Tessa confirmed that Cheryl was twenty-eight weeks along. After some tests, she reported that the baby was healthy.

This Church meeting was filled with a tension that was rare. Bear had the paternity results of Cheryl’s baby. Only he and Steel knew the results, and it was causing some of the guys to get antsy. Unfortunately, Cheryl had been a very popular Honey before she’d been fired, so there were quite a few candidates.

Steel hit his gavel on the table.

Angel, who was holding Cage’s hand under the table, turned to her left to look at Steel. The man’s face was grim.

“I know many of you wish to know the test results. Cheryl herself has said that she does not know who the father is. I also need to add that she’d admitted it might not be one of you. While we did not have it as part of the Honeys’ written contracts, it was stated that they were not to be sleeping with anyone outside of the club if they were providing us with such services. Cheryl says she did not follow this rule.

“Regardless of what the results are, that baby is Via Daemonia. We will care for him and raise him. He is our responsibility.”

Steel met everyone’s eyes with his hard gaze. “We are also going to make a decision on the remaining Honeys today and if they have a continued place in our club. However, I can see some of you are sweating and I think we should get the results over with.”

Steel gestured to Bear.

The burley giant didn’t hold back. He looked directly at Pumpkin and said, “Congratulations. It’s a boy.”

Angel felt Cage stiffen next to her but didn’t look at him. Her eyes, like the rest of the room, were transfixed on Pumpkin. There was sense of relief from many in the room too.

Pumpkin looked shocked, there was no doubt about that. He didn’t look happy, but that might take time. At least he wasn’t protesting or demanding a redo on the paternity test. That was something.

After a moment, Steel cleared his throat. He waited for Pumpkin to look up at him before saying, “You will take responsibility.”

Pumpkin nodded stiffly but remained silent.

“From the very beginning, I have been against the Honeys,” Steel told the group as a whole. “I allowed it because this is not a monarchy. I might be married, but I’m not dead. I understand the allure of free pussy. Does not change the fact that since February, the Honeys have been more of nuisance than they’re worth. I am not the only one who feels this way.

“In March, we voted to exclude the Honeys from our clubhouse gatherings. They are already restricted to closed-door endeavors with members. I am now calling a vote to terminate all of the Honeys.”

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