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"Umm, I'm not sure, baby."

He turned on his stomach and looked at me. "What's wrong, angel?"

I exhaled and closed the journal before looking at him. "I've been reading Raleigh's journal, and I came across a very interesting passage."

Bulley's brows furrowed together as he snacked on brie cheese and a grape. "What did it say?"

"It's about how the feud between our families started."

Bulley sat up and stared at me. "I get the feeling you're about to deliver a blow that's about to gut punch my ass."

I gave an uneasy laugh. "Yeah, well…" My sentence trailed off, and I nibbled on my lower lip.

"Angel, just give it to me straight. You've got me worried over here."

"I'ma hold your hand when I tell you that your great grandpa Sigman and mine, Raleigh, were lovers. They were married with kids on the way, but they were on the down low."

His eyes grew wide as saucers. "Get the fuc— fudge out of here," he stated, correcting himself in front of Clear.

"Nope, love. They were lovers. Sigman wanted to break things off, but Raleigh didn't want to let go. He was willing to risk everything for Sigman, but your great-grandpa was adamant about staying with his wife and raising your grandpa. Sigman gave Raleigh his portion of the money to start his own company, but that wasn't good enough. If Raleigh couldn't have Sigman, then he rather see him dead. He shot Sigman, but Sigman shot him twice and then raced out of their workshop. They both survived but became the biggest enemies and started the greatest feud that has ever graced a small town." I released a deep sigh and looked at him. "How do you feel?"

"Shocked. Stunned. Bewildered. It's crazy. I always knew there was more to the story, but not for a second did them being down-low lovers cross my mind. Do you think we should share the news with our families or bury the truth? Only God knows what drama will arise when they find out." Bulley shook his head and looked into the woods.

"I'm not sure, love. I don't want any more drama to take place, but I do feel like our families deserve the truth. Maybe that journal could bring an end to the feud. I'm so tired of all the hate and fear," I admitted and stroked his hand.

Bulley exhaled. "Well, tonight is surely not the night to reveal any secrets. Tonight is race night, and all the motorcycle clubs, including your brothers, will be out. The last thing we need to do is distract our brothers from the race tonight."

"This is true, but another time, for sure."

"Yes, ma'am, but we think of a plan together."

"I'm on the same page, baby. What do you say we get out of here? We drop Clear off to your parents and get our night started early?"

Bulley laughed before he kissed my lips. "I'm down with that plan. Let's head out, baby."

"Coming, daddy."

I sat perched on Bulley's bike and checked out the race scene. We were all a few towns over and far off from where any police or townspeople visited. There were motorcycles parked along both sides of the road. The lights were up, music blasted, and half-naked women could be seen a mile down. This was the first race I'd been to because I wasn't allowed to come, especially with Bulley. My brothers and dad were against it, but at this point in time, I didn't give a damn about their opinion. I hadn't seen them yet because we'd just arrived, but the moment they started bullshit, we'd finish it.

I yelped when someone grabbed my ass.

Bulley chuckled. "What are you jumpin' for? I'm the only man that should be touching you."

"And you are you, my big Bulley." I grabbed him by his vest and pulled his lips down onto my mouth.

Our tongues sloppily rolled over each other while Bulley gripped my throat. His kisses were potent, fueled by passion and dominance. Before we could get into a good groove, our kiss was interrupted by a deep voice being cleared. We parted and observed his brothers, who stood in front of us.

"What's up?" Bulley quizzed, steppin' in front of me.

"Chill, bro. We ain't on no bullshit. Crystal is good in our book," Woady announced with his hands up in a surrender pose.

"Mine too," Armor voiced.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" Bulley queried.

"Clear!" Crome loudly stated before chuckling. "She was at the house with Mama and Pops the other day, and she's got that nigga wrapped around her finger now. Plus, Mama helped him to see the light. You already know she plays no games about her little Cleary."

Bulley focused back on Armor. "Is that true?"

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