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“We need to give Gash thebenefit of the doubt.”

“We do?”

“He’s hurting, and he’s needsclosure on this.”

“He could kill an innocent woman.I could be handing her a death sentence if Gash goes off therails.”

She smiled.“He won’t.Gash probablythinks he will as well.You don’t know him.He’s not a monster.Lethim play this out.You’re only going to turn his anger inward, andthat could destroy the club.I like Gash, but I don’t want him asmy enemy or that of the club.”Angel kissed Lash’s cheek.“I’mgoing back to bed.”

They watched her leave, and Whizzturned to Lash, unable to ask the questions.

“She’s my old lady, and I’m notgoing to hide the club from her.I never expected to take over fromTiny.I need her.”

“I have to say she’sshocked me.”

“Angel will shock everyone.She’s a lot stronger than people give her credit for.No womanneeds to be a bitch in order to succeed in this world, and Angel’sgoing to prove to all of you that you can depend on her when youneed her.”

Whizz stopped pacing and took abreath.

“Give him the weekend tocool off.Go and see this girl you’re going to adopt, and whenyou’re done, come back.I’ve got faith in Gash.You need to have alittle faith in him as well.”

It was easier said than done.Whizzhad been in a similar place a few years ago.He didn’t know if he’dhave been able to hold back.

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Hardy kept his distance over the nextcouple of days, helping around the house, and being there when Roseneeded him.He was there when she vomited, holding back her hair sothat she didn’t soil it.Years ago Hardy would have stormed out ofthe house if Rose started vomiting, hating everything about it.Now, he could only kick himself.This was all part of beingmarried, of being in love, and helping each other.

You fucked up bigtime.

By Friday morning, he’d helped herwith her vomiting, rubbing her back once again.Fighter was in thekitchen this time, so Hardy was using the skills that Baker hadtaught him to get breakfast together.

“How is she?”Fighterasked.

“She’s fine.The vomiting doesn’tseem to like her very much at the moment, but there’s not a lot wecan do about that.”He started frying up some bacon, and Roseentered the kitchen.

“How did you sleep?”sheasked, looking at Fighter.

“Great.You?”

“I’m doing fine.I’m gettingtired of waking in the morning and vomiting, but I guess I askedfor this.”

Hardy chuckled.

He poured her some milk, placing it infront of her.

“Thank you,” shesaid.

“You’rewelcome.”

Turning back to the stove, he removedthe bacon from the skillet, and then paused.What the hell was hesupposed to do now?”

“If you drain off most ofthe fat, you can add in the scrambled eggs,” Fightersaid.

Rose chuckled.“I think it’s cuteyou’re in the kitchen, baby.”

“I’m trying.”

“I know.”

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