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Is that what he goes by now?
He’s a whole different person—different name, different life.
Did I make the right choice by calling him?
By letting him know about Rider?
I can only fucking hope.
LORE
I’m the last person anyone would expect to show up at the clubhouse with a woman and two small children in tow, and I don’t miss the looks on the faces of everyone we pass. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Bones sliding Skull a wad of cash. I wonder what they bet on because it couldn’t have been this.
I have a son.
Rider is my son, and Atiana never fucking told me.
She doesn’t even have to tell me that he’s mine. I know. One look at him, and anyone would know. He looks just like me when I was a child.
Just like me.
I’m angry, I’m hurt, and I’m fucking terrified.
Atiana walked away from me, never once looking back until now.
And I set my butterfly free.
I knew I had messed up, letting her go. Losing her. But I was young and dumb back then and didn’t know a good thing when I had it.
I’ve thought about her over the years. I still have a damn photograph of her in my room. I’d never admit it to anyone, but I still look at it now and again, just to remind myself how much of a dumb fuck I am, and that I’m not a man who can ever settle down.
Because I fucked it up with the only woman for me.
But this?
A child?
I never once saw this coming.
And I never once would think that Atiana was capable of keeping something like this from me.
The Atiana I knew? She was kind, honest, and a good girl through and through.
I no longer know this woman in front of me.
We have a son together.
What am I meant to do with a baby mama and a child? Oh, and another child that she had with a different man. I squeeze the bridge of my nose and then turn to Atiana. She has her little girl, who is the spitting image of her mother, in her arms, and Rider is at her side. They are taking in every detail of the clubhouse like they’re on a group tour.
My eyes scan each room we enter, relaxing when no one is around. The last thing I need them to see is the public fucking that can happen around any corner here.
I lead them to the bar and have them sit on one of the worn leather couches. Atiana takes a seat in between them, and my gaze lands on her legs in those tight jeans. She always had the best legs. In fact, she doesn’t look much different than the last time I saw her, aside from the fact her tits are bigger and her hips are a little wider.
So she’s even fucking hotter than when I let her walk away from me.
I clear my throat and am about to start talking when Ora walks into the room, her hands on her round stomach, taking in the scene. Her eyes widen in surprise when they land on Atiana, her gaze tracing my woman’s features. Her lips tighten when they see the marks on her face. “Hey, Lore,” she smiles warmly at Atiana, and then at both kids. “Okay, I think these are the cutest kids I’ve ever seen.”
Atiana smiles at that, then introduces the kids. “This is Rider, and this is Dove.”
