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I pull my gaze from my girl, who is talking to her family. She looks at me over her shoulder, offering a small smile.

“Yeah, Dad.”

“Well, kid, it is about fucking time. I am not getting any younger, so me and your mom would like more grandkids,” he says.

I laugh at him, leaning back and mimicking his posture: legs spread wide, fingers locked together resting on our stomachs.

“You literally have a grandkid about to be brought into the world, for fuck’s sake.”

He shrugs. My father is easygoing unless someone threatens the club or family. Old age has mellowed him and most of the older members of the club, all except Sarge, who has always been a fucking grouch.

I take in the room that is packed with Rugged Skulls members or family and it makes me proud as fuck to be a part of the club. Even though it is in my blood, I have always been proud of the loyalty and respect the club gives others when needed.

My father plans on Royal and me taking over the club in a few years, me as the VP, supporting my twin. It would be a fucking honor to stand beside him, to protect him in all aspects of the club and life.

We were brought up this way, and fuck me, it has taught us to be the men we are today. In the Rugged Skulls MC, no one stands alone.

CHAPTER TWO

LILITH

I can feel his eyes on me, and it makes me feel all hot and needy.

It has been a long time since I felt a man’s touch, thanks to my ex, Christopher, sleeping with my cousin and telling me that I fuck like a wet fish. Sex with Christopher was never nice, it was all about him. As long as he got off, I was an afterthought.

Then the days came that he would come home from work smelling of perfume, but he would brush off my concern. My mother was never any help when I would go to her. She would tell me that women who are married to high-powered men had to deal with how they relieved their stress.

Christopher is a cop, but not a high-ranking officer, just a police officer.

My mother would never let me end the relationship over some perfume or lipstick mark; I was merely told to grow up and be the perfect wife-to-be. Now my father, God bless his heart, is a good man, yet he puts up with my mother.

He is the reason I am here in Fort Lauderdale with my new business.Wicked Sugaris my baby. Baking and makingsomething out of nothing has always been a passion of mine, thanks to my grandmother, Thelma.

My family is a mixture of preppy, uptight people and laid back, linked to the wrong side of the law types. My Uncle Huxley aka Prime, my mother’s brother, is the President of the Saint’s Outlaws MC, the Denver, Colorado charter. It is why I have always been comfortable around the Rugged Skulls— I have always known motorcycle clubs.

Grandma Thelma would bring everyone together, much to my mother’s distain, but I loved spending time with Prime and some of the guys from the club. He may look like an angry bear, but he is a softie at heart, even though he wouldn’t let anyone believe that.

“You okay, Lil?” my aunt asks.

I blink, plastering a smile on my face.

“Of course. Just excited to meet this baby.”

“Oh, me too. Another grandchild to add to my growing list.” She beams with pride.

“You hear that, Jack? More grandbabies are good grandbabies.” Magnum elbows his son, making people laugh.

My gaze connects with Magnum; he winks at me, making my cheeks heat. Jack looks between us before he shakes his head, then walks over to Dom who is sitting with Calder.

These guys may be covered in tattoos, have a broody look about them, and display a sexy-as-sin vibe that belongs on the cover of any fashion magazine, but they are all soft and caring at heart.

Like the Saint’s Outlaws MC, the Rugged Skulls run on loyalty and respect, no one messes with one of theirs. The only difference between the clubs is that the Saint’s are one percenters, and seem edgier, not threatening, nor do they make me feel uncomfortable, but I get the feeling that they would kill anyone who got in their way.

What I do love about them is they own a cattle farm that has prize bulls. I have only been to the club once, and I was treated like a princess, everyone made me feel welcome, and there thankfully were no club girls around. It was all families of the men who were actually taken.

My uncle is one of the single members. He says that being the president is a full-time job and he only has time to get off, before telling the woman to leave.

My gaze finds Jack, my stomach making that swirly feeling when I catch him looking at me. The smile he gives me makes me weak in the knees. Only having Jack look at me has me feeling things that no touch from Christopher ever gave me.

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