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“Dom seems to have found that, too,” Dragon points out.

“I’m sure angels are doing cartwheels in heaven right now because Dom’s walking upright and he is breathing air that isn’t covered in shit from being in his ass.”

“So, using that logic, I guess you need a good woman now.”

“I think it’s pretty evident that life is not for me. Tried that and believe it or not, I gave my best shot at keeping it. That didn’t work out and I don’t have the energy or the inclination to try again. I’m good.”

“King—”

“I’m good.”

“The right woman can change?—”

“I said, I’m good,” I growl.

Dragon studies me, shakes his head, but lets the subject drop. “Fair enough.”

“So, you don’t know who the father is?”

“No clue. Nic and Dani do, but she said Gabby would only tell them if they promised not to let anyone know. The boys said she stayed in your room the night?—”

“She laid on the bed and cried, Dragon. Gabby made some seriously warped decisions. She regrets them. They were desperate decisions that never should have entered her mind, but she’s not a monster. She’s just human.”

“Now, you sound like my old lady again. It’s weird as fuck, but makes me happy.”

“Whatever you say, asshole. Do you know when Gabby will be back?”

“Lottie left about ten minutes ago muttering she was late to pick Gabby up. Rory lit into her because apparently she was supposed to get her an hour ago.”

Anger flares inside me. “A pregnant woman should not be out in this heat for an hour after working on her feet in a damn diner!”

“That’s close to what Rory told Lottie, but I don’t think Lottie paid much attention. Anyway, it’s not that far into town. They should be back soon. Why do you ask?”

“Well, he’s not here with her, or you wouldn’t have suspected me. That means I’m going to find out who the father is. Then I’m going to hunt him down and see if he needs his head removed from his ass, too.”

“Now, this is a mission I can get behind. Maybe while we’re at it, we’ll swing up to Skull’s club and knock some sense into his damned head. I swear it must be thick as a damn rock.”

“I’m definitely down for that. Gabby is going to need support.”

Dragon nods and before he responds, a car comes sliding into the parking lot of the old hotel that the club is renting out as a temporary base. Gravel flies everywhere because the driver is going way too fast.

What the actual fuck?

Chapter 3

Gabby

“Lottie! Will you slow down!”I snap again. My right hand is gripping onto the armrest of the passenger side door panel like my life depends on it. My fingernails are biting into the vinyl bonded material. My left hand is across my belly as I try not to panic—to which I am failing.

“I can’t slow down! You’re in labor!” She shouts as she slams on the brakes. She jumps out of the car while the vehicle is teetering back and forth from its sudden stop. I unbuckle my belt and open my door, wondering if my legs will hold me up. “Woman in labor! Call an ambulance!” she shouts. I hold my head down, wondering if Diesel will kill me ifIkill his daughter. I figure he might, plus I like Lottie, so I nix the idea. As I try to stand, a large, dark, and scarred hand reaches out to help me. I look up and King’s dark eyes are staring back at me, full of concern.So much for hoping he was back in Virginia.

“Hey,” I murmur as he helps me stand up. I have to admit I’m grateful for the support, because my legs are shaky as hell. I need my car back. I’m never riding with Lottie again.

“Careful, Gabby. Do you need me to carry you?”

“Carry me?” I squeak.

“You’re in labor, although why that crazy chick brought you here and not the hospital, I don’t understand.”

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