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I wiped my hands on my ass because there was no paper towel, and did the waddle of shame back

to the bar. Well, not that I was waddling just yet. My stomach was growing at an exponential rate though. I wasn’t an expert by any means, but I didn’t think I should be this huge this quickly.

The somber thought burst through my good mood like a pin to a soap bubble. I entered the bar, and I felt more than a few eyes on my back. I got some sympathetic looks from the Old Ladies. Probably ones who’d had kids. The sweetbutts, easily recognizable by the fact they were either dry humping members - in the case of one couple in the corner wet humping - or dancing on tables in too short skirts with beer bottles in their hands.

I sat down at the bar in front of Shots who slid me a glass of milk and a cookie like I was five.

But I happily munched my chocolate chip cookie. Because I wasn’t turning down chocolate.

I couldn’t see any of the guys in the room. Not even Trigger was present. “Where is everyone?”

Shots wiped down a glass. “Been holed up in the Pres’ office since they were released. Pres went straight there. Trigger walked back that way a moment ago. Pretty sure they are having a meeting.”

Three guesses what that could be about. I searched the room, trying to pick if everyone in the Club was supernatural, or just Judas. I reached out with that sixth sense that tugged in the back of my brain, the one that said this was something else, something bigger than the natural order of things. But everyone in this room felt normal. Sheep with a fleeting lifespan and an allegiance to a man so compelling that he had to be something more.

Were they going to be a threat now that he knew what I was? He said no, but I didn’t live this long being trusting.

Tiredness consumed my body down to my very bones. I drank my milk like it was tequila, stuffing my cookie into my bra. “I need a nap. I’ll be upstairs,” I told Shots who just nodded and looked confused. I didn’t know why I was telling him either. He wasn’t my keeper.

I staggered down the hall, pausing outside Judas’ office for a moment. Someone once told me that prying ears rarely ever heard good things about themselves, but I couldn’t help it. It was muffled, as if they were keeping their voices down. I heard the odd word like danger. Help. A distinct Goliath growl that had no words but was threatening all the same.

They were going to kick me out on my ass and I couldn’t blame them. I would too. But first I needed a motherfucking nap.

10

GOLIATH

Igrowled low, wanting to beat the sense into every single one of them. We’d gone through all the club business in thirty minutes, but we’d been at this for nearly an hour, going over and over the same fucking shit. Does she stay or does she go? Even Trigger seemed smitten with her, and he hadn’t even said three words to her. Kid just loved pussy.

“Kick her ass out. We don’t need her problems. We’ve got enough of our own.”

That might be a bit of an exaggeration. There was a Cartel that was trying to set up territory on the edge of ours, and who kept killing off our pushers, but I’d take care of them soon enough. I would bathe in their blood and they would realize why Damnation MC had held this territory for so long. We squashed incursions like fat kids squished fucking ants. But death didn’t stop the pulsing bloodlust in my veins anymore. Killing, killing and more killing. Just a lot of the fucking same. Every fucking day.

I was so damn tired but I didn’t deserve a day of fucking rest. I would do this shit until Lucifer ripped my heart from my chest.

“Fuck off, G. She’s been walking around wearing your shirt all damn day. What do you think that means, Big Guy? Wanna take a guess? I’ll give your dumb ass three,” Solomon poked. I briefly wondered if Lucifer really needed Famine. If I ripped his head off now, would the apocalypse still go ahead, or would we all just turn to dust?

Judas flicked his eye to Trigger. “Go get the girl and bring her down. Wake her gently. Keep your dick to yourself.”

Trigger grinned and saluted. “It’s all good. I already got her out of her pants in the men’s bathroom anyway.” Then he slid out of the room and slammed the door before Cain could reach him to wrap his hands around the young guy’s neck and squeeze. Kid had balls, I’d give him that. He was a legacy, and slid easily into the position held by his father before he died. I figured that Smoke, Trigger’s Daddy, suspected we weren’t all human and passed the knowledge onto his son, but they never let it slip in words or actions. They were fucking fearlessly loyal, and I respected the shit out of that. We’d never tell him unless we had to, but it was nice to know he had our backs like that. He wasn’t a snitch.

When Trigger was gone, Judas gave us a look that made my heart sink. It was a stark look, completely devoid of emotion like he’d put his shit on lockdown. “I had a good chat with our little housemate. She isn’t human.”

“Fucking duh. She feels like a fucking predator to me.”

Cain raised his eyebrows in my direction. “Did you just say duh? Like a fucking schoolgirl?”

I flipped him the finger, which was better than pounding his face like I wanted to do, and continued. “What is she?” It must be bad. I knew there were other unexplainable things in the world. I

wasn’t delusional enough to think that we were in any way special.

“Nephilim.”

Solomon screwed up his nose. He didn’t have Judas’ poker face. “That’s like an angel right?

Kinda explains her tits.”

Cain slapped him so hard on the back of the head, he almost sprawled on the floor. “No, pregnancy explains her tits, Jackass. And it’s only half angel.” Solomon just grinned and seemed completely unrepentant. Dude could take a hit, that was for sure.

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