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“That’s because I was a horny kid, playing at being in love. You know as well as I do there are men in the club who had old ladies and Twinkies.”

“I also know I taught you a man doesn’t do that to a good woman.”

“I think Gabby proved she wasn’t a fucking good woman,” Dom huffs, scrubbing his face.

“Did she? Maybe she was just a desperate kid in love with a man who made promises he had no intention of keeping.”

“That doesn’t make it okay that she did what she did!” he yells.

“It absolutely doesn’t.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“Do you ever think of fucking around on Thea?” I ask him, and the stricken look on his face is answer enough.

“What the hell? There’s no fucking way I’d do that. I love Thea with everything in me.”

“You loved Gabby once,” I say with a careless shrug.

“It was different. I’m not a kid any longer. I’ve changed. Plus, hell, Thea is a part of me. I can’t breathe without her.”

“Maybe Gabby has changed. Maybe King is her Thea.”

“You really believe that?” he asks, looking at me like I’m insane.

“I believe the Gabby I saw when I was in Tennessee is nothing like the spoiled Gabby I wanted you to get shed of long before you did. I think everyone can change. If they couldn’t, I wouldn’t have been blessed to have the life I have with your mother. I’d still be fucking empty pussy and be miserable.”

“Dad—”

“All the love in the world for you, Dom, but you need to own up to your mistakes. Just like Gabby is trying to do with hers.”

After saying that, I walk away. I hope like hell Dom wakes up and listens. I think he might, but I also think he’s never fully going to accept blame for his own actions. That’s hard for me—as his father—to admit. I need to start making some decisions about the club and the future of the Savage Brothers in general.

Today is not that day. Right now, I’m going to find my woman and let her love my worries away for the night. There’s only one woman in the world who can do that, and I’m the lucky son of a bitch that is married to her.

Thank God.

Chapter 32

King

“Gabby!”I yell as soon as I open the door. I got on my bike and drove straight here. I’m still fucking mad, I’m hungry, and all around in a bad mood. I’d like to spend the rest of the week beating the shit out of Dominic West. I thought about it, but doing so would hurt Nicole—a woman I’ve come to care for. I’m also pretty sure Dragon wouldn’t let me beat his son to a fucking pulp—which is what I would do. T would probably get pissy about it, too. I’m not sure where T’s head is, but I got the sense his head wasn’t as far up his ass as Dom. So, I could deal with him eventually, but that little fucker Dom, I don’t care if I ever see him again.

“You’re back early,” Gabby calls out from another room. I’ve barely made it a few steps into the room when she enters. She’s got her curly, thick blonde hair pulled up on top of her head. Her yellow tee has a V-neck, and it’s curved tight over her fuller breasts and maybe even tighter against her belly that shows she’s going to be a mom any day now. Her shorts are stretchy and baggy, but short, barely covering her ass. There’s not a stitch of makeup on her face and it’s clear she didn’t give a fuck about her appearance today. Still, looking at her, my dick goes hard. My gaze rakes over her and my temper begins to calm. I keepwatching her and when she looks up at me, I notice there is some paint on her hand and just a small drop of yellow on her cheek. That’s when everything in me settles as I realize I’ve never—not ever—seen a more beautiful woman in my life.

“Are you okay?”

“We’re moving to Denver,” I deadpan and breath free for the first time since leaving Dragon’s backyard.

“It didn’t go well,” she murmurs, her lips pursed.

“It went fine with Dragon, Nicole, Kayden, and her old man,” I give her.

“Right,” she sighs.

“T and Lyla are working through it. I sense it will be fine,” I add, hoping to get her past the pain I see in her eyes.

“I warned you,” she whispers.

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