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But she doesn’t need to know that.

When we had Church, I told my brothers I wanted to officially make her my old lady. I had gotten approval from all the men, including Rome, who was the last to agree. The bastard made me sweat a little first, staring me down for what felt like a whole fucking hour before dipping his head once.

She’smine.

Forever.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

ORA

The whole bakery is destroyed.

Lu looks devastated.

And the two of us are huddling together as we watch the firefighters put out the last of the fire.

Haze stands nearby, leaning against the car with his arms crossed, watching my best friend. War is standing in front of the building, talking to the sheriff, and Lore and Angel are searching the perimeter.

“I’m so sorry, Lu,” I say, not for the first time. “We can rebuild. We can add in that extra fridge we wanted.” She laughs. “You’re staying with me at the clubhouse, right?”

She nods, her teeth raking over her lower lip. “Yeah, until they find out who did this. Haze won’t take no for an answer.”

“He’s intense,” I whisper.

She makes a sound of agreement. “Name one of the Serpents who isn’t?”

“You going to tell me what’s going on with you two?” I press.

“Nothing,” she replies in an emotionless tone. “Absolutely nothing.”

I somehow find that hard to believe, but I let it drop.

“Has Sheriff Grayson always been such a hottie?” she whispers, but her eyes dart to Haze, who still hasn’t taken his eyes off her. He looks contemplative but also like a man on a mission.

“Yes, he has.” I grin. I have to admit I noticed the sheriff was a good-looking man the first time I saw him—a buzz cut, hazel eyes, full, luscious lips, and a no-nonsense attitude.

What’s not to find attractive?

“Damn, he fills out that uniform,” she adds under her breath.

I couldn’t agree more.

War comes over to check on us, dipping his head and pressing a soft kiss on my mouth. “You okay?”

I nod, pulling my jacket tighter around my body. “Yeah, did you find anything else out?”

“Cops took as much evidence as they could.” He shrugs, not looking like he has much faith in them. “There were some footprints, but I think we all know who did this.” He lowers his voice. “There’s something I haven’t told you yet.”

“What?” I ask, frowning.

“Your neighbor, Pippa. We think she’s been spying for Insanity MC. We followed her and saw her meeting up with Sarah too.”

“Seriously?” I whisper-yell, wrinkling my nose. “But she was fucking Ghost?”

“I think they were trying to get her with him, have someone on the inside,” he explains, absently playing with the ends of her hair. “But Ghost generally doesn’t do repeats and hadn’t replied to her.”

“Lovely.”

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