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He turns around, a frown on his pouty lips. “My talents lie elsewhere, darlin’. Can’t you ask one of the other men?”

“You don’t know how to handle your meat?” I ask, keeping a straight face.

He simply smirks. “My sexual exploits arelorearound here. How do you think I got my name?”

“I don’t know, I thought it was Loren or something,” I tell him in all honesty.

Lore starts laughing, his eyes sparkling. “Loren? Seriously?”

The woman who is still trying to grind against him gets sick of me interrupting and scowls in my direction.

Oh crap, it’s Daisy. Yippee.

“He’s fucking busy, Ora. You don’t get to command every man in here just because War is blinded by fresh pussy.”

Lore’s head turns back to her. “Now, now… play nice, Daisy, or you won’t get what you want.”

My nose wrinkles, and I’m suddenly sick of her shit. “Shut the fuck up, Daisy. You don’t do anything useful around here to help other than being a walking cum rag while my friends who aren’t even part of the MC are cooking, cleaning, and making sure everyone is okay.” Spinning around, I go find someone else to help me. My chest heaves as I take in a few deep breaths, filling my lungs with air. I’m normally so calm and collected.

I don’t know what came over me, but I feel…angry.

And suddenly…nauseous.

Running to the bathroom, I make it just in time to lose my lunch.

As my mother used to always say, ‘It’s all fun and games until someone gets pregnant.’

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

ORA

Lore must feel bad because, in the end, he comes and works the grill for me, along with Blade, who tells me he’s the club’s tech guy. They all bring something different to the dynamic.

We sit outside, and the women help me set the table. It’s a perfect balmy evening. A few of the children are playing soccer, and some are in the pool. Daisy walks past and glares, an evil glint in her eyes. Ignoring her, I pour myself some lemonade and sip on it as I walk back inside the clubhouse. When I step up to the bar, Lore suddenly walks over to me, and I can’t place his expression. If I could guess, I would say he looks stressed, the usual humor missing from his gaze. “Ora?—”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, frowning.

He opens his mouth to speak, but then I look behind him and see War.

And he’s not alone.

He’s leaning against one of the pool tables, deep in an argument with a blonde. She’s fit—jeans hugging toned legs, a tight top accentuating the hours she clearly puts in at the gym. When she reaches out, fingers aiming for his chest, he grabs her wrist midair, stopping her cold.

“Who the hell is that?” I ask, having never seen this woman before.

The blonde throws her hands in the air, their conversation obviously becoming heated.

War turns his head and catches me standing there. He pushes off the table and stands to his full height, muttering something to the woman before he beelines straight for me. His face is blank, but I don’t miss the tightness in his jaw. He’snothappy.

“What’s going on?” I ask him when he tugs me into his arms. My palms shove against his chest, resisting.

He cradles my face, searching my eyes. “Let me explain.”

Lore mutters a curse.

The blonde suddenly steps to the side of him, her lips pursed. When she grins at me, it’s not friendly. “You must be Ora.”

“And you are?” I ask, wondering what the fuck is going on.

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