Page 55 of War

She throws me a look that’s a clearno. “So, is she staying at the clubhouse now or back atyourhouse? The one I didn’t know you had and have never been to.”

“The house is for sale,” I explain, leaning back on the bed on my side, facing her. “I will buy us a new house. And I don’t know what her plans are, but she’s not fucking staying here.”

“I want to know why she’s here,” Ora murmurs, standing up and going to leave.

I quickly stand and follow her. She’s so tiny compared to me, but she holds all the power right now. “Where are you going?”

“I need a little time,” she replies, glancing up at me. “I don’t understand why you kept this from me, War. What else are you hiding?”

“Nothing,” I reply, unable to stop myself from reaching out and touching her face. “I didn’t want this and the prison time to scare you off. I know it was wrong, but I thought I could handle this?—”

“Without me finding out!” She shakes her head. “You’re an asshole, you know that? And now I have to go down there in the clubroom and have everyone look at me because they all now know I never knew you were married. And to make matters worse, they all knowher!”

“And they all know she screwed me over. No one down there has any respect for Sarah, and she will never be an old lady,” I fire back.

Yes, I married her.

Yes, I was an idiot.

Prez encouraged us to tie the knot for the spousal privilege. She called herself my old lady, but I never put a property patch on her.

Not like the one I’ve already fucking ordered for Ora.

“No one will respect me if you keep making me look stupid.” She frowns.

“No one would dare to disrespect you,” I promise her, kissing her forehead. “And if they do, I will deal with them. You are the most important thing in my life, Ora.”

“I need a drink,” she grumbles, stepping outside the room.

Slamming my fist against the door, I take a few deep breaths before following her downstairs, where she stands at the bottom, watching Sarah chatting with Prez.

She rests her arm on Prez’s shoulder, the two of them looking very comfortable with each other. Not wanting Ora to feel like she doesn’t have all the information, I tell her, “Remember how Rome told you that his old lady, Kate, died?”

“Yeah?” Ora replies, her voice soft. Low. Broken.

“Sarah is her daughter. So for a while there, Rome was her father figure.”

“I missed you, Daddy!” Sarah says loudly, and I watch Ora’s face fall.

She doesn’t even call Rome dad yet.

Sarah always has, and she latched onto Prez as soon as Kate started dating him.

“This was a mistake,” Ora whispers, her eyes filling with tears.

I move to stand in front of her, covering her view of them. “Nothing about you being here is a mistake. I love you. Prez loves you. He loves you so much he doesn’t think his own VP is good enough for you…” I trail off.

He wouldn’t, would he?

Did Prez bring Sarah here?It makes no sense that she would suddenly show up like this out of nowhere.

“Well, you’ve fucked both his so-called daughters now,” she fires back, putting her hand on my chest and pushing me away. “I need a minute. Please leave me alone.” With that, she walks away, heading toward the kitchen. Even when she’s pissed at me,I can’t keep myself from looking at her juicy ass in those jeans that are painted on like a second skin.

I amnotgoing to lose her.

Iwillfix this.

I look over at Sarah and Prez and cross my arms over my chest.

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