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“Ora—”

“Don’t you Ora me, asshole. Sort your shit out, and then come and tell me how much you love me.”

With that parting shot, she slides under the sheets and turns off the lamp, leaving me in darkness. Grinning to myself, I slide in next to her and bring her beautiful body to my side of the bed, tucking her against me.

She’s feisty, and I like that.

Fuck, Iloveeverything about her.

“I do love you,” I say against the shell of her ear. “And I’m going to love our baby. I hope she has your dimples.”

“She?”

I nod against her shoulder. “Yeah. A beautiful little girl who looks just like her mama.”

Her warm body relaxes against mine, and I take a moment to enjoy having Ora next to me—the scent of her hair and skin and the fact that she’s in my arms. There’s nowhere else I would rather be.

“I mean it, War. My pussy is out of bounds until you sort out your shit and get rid of your excess baggage.”

“How about your mouth?” I push my luck.

She elbows me in the abs and I smile into the darkness.

The truth is, I don’t care how long I have to wait for her…

As long as she’s right here with me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

ORA

Sarah is in the room with Rome when I arrive the next morning. She’s holding his hand and feeding him some sob story.

I’ve honestly had enough of the woman.

“You’ve never referred to me as your stepdaughter before this,” I hear her telling him. “What, just because you find out you have a biological daughter, you’re throwing me away?”

“I haven’t seen you or barely heard from you in five years,” he reminds her with more patience than I could dream of mustering in this moment. “I loved your mom, and I will always be here for you, Sarah, but things have changed.”

“You’re the one who told me to come and visit!”

And shit, if that fact doesn’t hurt.

“That was a mistake,” Rome admits, his jaw tensing. “I fucked up. I shouldn’t have contacted you, and I’m sorry I did.”

“You asked me to come, and now you won’t even let me stay in the clubhouse,” she cries out. “And War won’t speak to me. He wants nothing to do with me.”

Rome pats her hand and pulls her back to his lap. “You should sign the divorce papers, take half of the house money, and head back home.”

“I’m not signing anything,” she pouts.

“Sarah. If you ever cared about War, you need to let him move on and be happy.”

She goes silent.

I decide to leave them alone and go sit with Lore in the waiting room. War had to leave to speak with Suit, so Lore offered to take me. Not on his bike, though. When I suggested that, Lore acted like I’d asked him to get on his knees for me. Apparently, I can only ride on War’s bike, and I’m not going to lie, I like that.

“Is he asleep?” Lore asks, frowning.

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