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“Hey, Vike. Lucky’s lookin’ pretty worse for wear over ...” Wolf stops short when he locks eyes with my sister. She drops her head, glancing at the ground as she tucks the loose hair behind her ear.

Wolf swoops in and hugs her tight, picking her up off the ground. He spins her in a circle, peppering her face with kisses. But he isn’t seeing the sheer horror on her face, the panicked wide-eyed gaze. He doesn’t see the damage they’ve done to her.

He sets her on her feet, his brows pulling together in confusion as he steps back and takes stock. His smile quickly fades. “Gyps?”

“Tide’s turnin’, Vike,” Gator yells.

I nod and glance at my Road Captain, but the van explodes into chaos as the kid breaks free of the woman holding the baby and he hurtles from the back of the vehicle. He wraps his arms around Gypsy’s legs and cries, “Mommy!”

My blood runs cold. Wolf’s face falls like I just stabbed him through the heart, and my sister glances down at her little boy, and then back at me and Wolf, her eyes watery and her cheeks burning.

What the fuck?

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Viking

Wolf hands me a beeras he sits beside me. “Looks like you could use this, brother.”

I nod, clink my bottle against his, and down half in one go. I glance around Niko’s compound. “Fucked if I know what we’re gonna do with all these bitches. We don’t have room for half of them.”

Wolf clears his throat. “You don’t, but we do.”

I arch a brow and give him a “you must be fucking crazy” look.

“If your solution is to make them cut sluts, I may just have to kill you.”

He takes a deep breath and exhales through his nose. “Because I know you’re still coming to terms with fucking a bitch young enough to be your daughter, I’m gonna let that slide. But accuse me of that kinda sick shit again, and I’ll slit your damn throat.”

“I’m just sayin’ I don’t like the way Tooth, Billy, and Daydream are looking at all this fresh meat.”

“Or maybe you don’t like the way some of that fresh meat is lookin’ back.” He chuckles, and if he weren’t my oldest friend, I’d cut his goddamn tongue out for that. “They’ll be safe with the Wolves, or I’ll hand you my fuckin’ patch.”

I shrug. “I’d prefer to cut it off.”

“You think I’m letting you get anywhere near me with that knife of yours? You got another think commin’, you sick fuck.”

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