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Or he’d tire of her and move on.

The other woman… Sofia… played on her mind now she was coming down from her high. Maybe he’d get back with her or someone else.

But she’d never forget.

Tag was a rare, unforgettable man.

One she could build a lifetime of memories with.

If only.

TWENTY-ONE

“I’ll settle for groping under the mistletoe.” -Tag

Making sure the prospects did what they were told, was like trying to corral toddlers.

Tag growled and grabbed Dix by the scruff of his neck, shaking the younger kid to get him to calm down. “Pump your damn brakes, you wild dog, if one of those fists catch me, I’m gonna put you on the ground.”

Breathing like a dragon with blood pouring out of his nose, Dix came to a slow halt. He ripped away from Tag’s hold to drag his forearm over his nose, leaving behind a red stain on his sleeve.

Tag turned his narrowed gaze on the other guy.

Judge looked less battered, but not by much.

They’d wrecked furniture in the main room.

The punks were lucky they hadn’t upended Zara’s Christmas tree.

Their MC queen took the festive season seriously as herpes. Rider would crack skulls if anyone upset her. Being quite the formidable old lady, Zara would undoubtedly crack skulls herself.

“Don’t care what got in your girlie feelings. Or if you were fighting over china patterns, who the fuck knows with you kids these days. But it stops now. I got too much to do without mediating idiots who can’t use their big boy words.”

Rubbing at a bruise along his jaw, Judge stared at Dix who was hissing in return.

The only time prospects got a say in the club was when they switched out their prospect cut for a patch.

Until then, it was do as I say, not as I do.

They were to treat the clubhouse as if it were their own mama’s living room.

Any show of disrespect, or insubordination while on a trial period—which could last from 6 months to 3 years, depending on what progress he showed—resulted in a warning. Two warnings and that prospect was cut loose.

Dix was already on a warning.

He’d been fighting more for dumb reasons, no one could get through his attitude to find out why.

Because Tag was in charge of these little fuckers, it meant he got to know them and what they could handle.

Over the past year, he’d noticed Dix changing.

Rider decided last year, Dix wasn’t ready for the patch.

Everyone came to the club differently.

Judge walked through the doors the first day and it was as if the kid was made to wear the cut. He’d thought the same about Dix, until recently. There was no doubt about Dix’s loyalty and trust. But as for himwantingto be in the club… debatable.

“If you two have real beef, you bring it to me, and we’ll sort it. But if you’re only letting off steam, then it doesn’t come to the clubhouse, you get me? I said, do you get me?”

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