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I glance across the compound at my woman. She’s been sitting in front of the fire pit with Gypsy and the kid—her fucking son—for the last hour. And before that, she was settling her Sisters into the clubhouse’s main lounge. Some of them had to be dragged from the back of the van kicking and screaming. Guess that cult shit dies hard, because they’re all bundled up together in their soiled white gowns, even though we plied them with Seven Knights’ support gear.

“We’ll leave tomorrow, gonna be fuckin’ chaos transporting this many bitches all the way back to Montana. I don’t even know if we’ve got enough bikes and cages to do it.”

I take a deep breath and release it slow. “Might wanna make it the day after tomorrow. We gotta clothe all these bitches. Can’t have them riding to the damn mountains in their ceremonial gowns.”

“Good point. Last thing either of our clubs need is the ATF or FBI breathing down our necks and asking questions about what we’re doin’ with all this underage pussy. Especially you.” He waggles his brows at me.

I clench my jaw.Smug fucker.

“Especially me,” I agree. “Better look into hiring a bus. We got Meatball’s body to lug back with us, and half of these bitches can’t be touched. I can’t see ’em wrapping their arms around a random brother’s waist. Maybe Godric can help shift some bodies. Half of their women drive minivans, don’t they?”

“Now that’s a fuckin’ cage.”

We fall silent, and I throw back the rest of my beer.

Wolf’s eyes dart to my sister across the lot. “We really not gonna talk about the fact that she has a kid? You have a goddamn nephew, Vike.”

“Nope.”

“She’s gonna need to talk to someone ... a shrink or ... someone.”

“Maybe you should talk to her. I can’t stomach that shit. Not from my little sister, and that kid isn’t my goddamn nephew. He’s a walking abortion.”

“Vike—”

“I’ll call Godric ...” I trail off. Arie leaves Gypsy’s side and walks toward me in a pair of leathers so tight I can almost see the outline of her pussy. The black tank she wears has the club logo on it. She’s the most drop-dead gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. “In the morning.”

Wolf follows my line of sight and shakes his head. “Jesus. You get uglier the older you get, and you’re still pulling pussy like that.”

“Talk about my old lady’s pussy again, and I’ll cut out your eyes and feed them to her.”

He sighs. “Enjoy it while it lasts, old man. In twenty years, she’ll grow tired of your saggy balls and your inability to get a chub and she’ll call me up for Daydream’s number.”

“Not when her old man eats cunt the way I do.” I grin, but I’d be full of shit if I didn’t admit his words sting. The truth is, I’m old enough to be her father, and this isn’t the first time Arie growing tired of my old ass, has crossed my mind.

I’m beginning to think I’d let her have a younger sidepiece if that’s what she wanted. It’d kill me—and I’d definitely wind up gutting him—but I don’t know if I could refuse her anything. This bitch has turned my whole world on its fuckin’ side.

I walk toward the flames, marveling at that fiery red hair as she moves to meet me. A flash of her burying my knife in that Prophet fucker’s gut comes screeching into the forefront of my memory.I’ve never seen anything hotter.

“Time for bed, little siren.”

Her lips curl up in the corners. “Oh, it’s way past my bedtime.”

I wrap my hand around the nape of her neck and pull her close. “I thought you might have bunked with your sisters tonight.”

“And miss out on riding your face? Not likely.”

I stop dead in my tracks and chuckle. “Gods, that mouth of yours will be the death of me.”

She’s too fucking brave for her own good.

Arie skips on ahead but turns, walking that sweet ass backwards with a smirk on her fucking delectable face. “Think you can keep up, old man?”

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