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This could all be over. . . I had known deep down a conversation with Slater wouldn’t safe me.

I didn’t even think twice. I saw the bust approaching and I take one step out on to the road. That’s when a hand grabbed my arm with force and pulled me back aggressively off the road and into his arms. The buses horn goes off, and I’m stunned for a moment.

“What the fuck where you thinking?!” Slater roared at me, spinning me around. He’s eyes are searching mine for an explanation. His hands go from around my waist to cupping my face. I see the confliction across his face. I see his need to run yet stay—but all at the same just turn around walk away from the chaos that I was.

“I don’t know what scares me more,” he said his voice low. “What you were thinking just then or that out of everyone in the world, you have decided to turn to me for help.” His eyes remained locked with mine, and I see his swirling thoughts across his eyes. “I’m dangerous for you Ivy, perhaps more dangerous than your tainted thoughts.”

I stared at him for a few moments longer. “Slater, my thoughts aren’t tainted. They are toxic and it’s not if they will win, it’s when. You need to step up and take Connor from me,” I brushed his hands from my face. “Because I’m going to lose this fight. If you are thinking I’m scared of you Slater, you are wrong. The only person I fear is myself. I didn’t fuck you that night. I made love to the guy that took my heart when I was teenager. But I am scared of myself.”

He titled his head, “And why would you fear yourself? When you are surrounded by bikers and an upcoming war—surely that fears you more?”

“All the way can do is take my life.” I looked him dead in the eyes. “While I can torture myself with poisoning thoughts every day. Every day I breath, I’m trapped in a prison of my own toxic thoughts. Honestly someone ending that would be doing me a favour.”

It was the honest truth and while I knew it was the truth. I wondered why I had chosen Slater to tell that too, instead of someone who could help me.

Slater didn’t look at me any differently.

“If I let you walk away from me now, I’ve got a strong feeling I won’t see you again,” He said with a slight frown on his face. “you told me that, making me powerless. I can’t tell your brother or club, what you’re thinking. I’m stuck with a decision.”

I was slightly shocked. Was that why I had told him? Because he couldn’t help me? Was that why I picked him?

He cursed under his breath.

I took two steps back away from him. “I think I called you to say goodbye.” I was honest. “Goodbye Slater.” I heard the roar of bikes coming and he knew we couldn’t be seen together. So, he got in the SUV with a tight expression. While I walked in the opposite direction.

The SUV pulled to the side of me, and I looked at Slater.

“If you think I’ll let the mother of my child kill herself. You’re wrong. I’m coming for my family. To make that clear, that’s you and our son.” With those words, the driver of the SUV took off into the traffic.

I suddenly felt sick. Because Slater only dealt with things one way. Violence. He’d rip my family and club apart for us.

What the fuck had I done?

Uncle Khaos was in town. It was a surprise to all of us. Even dad. When I hugged him. The smell of leather and cigars engulfed me.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “Dad was really worried about you when he awoke at the hospital.” I added just before the club door burst open and out stormed Creed.

He hadn’t said one word to me since I told him I was pregnant.

Uncle Khaos took a step-in front of me.

“You shoot at my father?” Creed roared at my uncle.

I frowned. Creed hated his father. Then Creed pulled out his gun. And shot my uncle.

Uncle Khaos dropped to the ground.

Creed looked back at dad. “You wanted a fucking monster, you got a fucking monster. This war is blood now.” He glanced at me. I saw only hatred in his eyes.

He stormed off to his bike and I think every biker was in shock. That is why no one reacted. I dropped to my knees inspecting Uncle Khaos gunshot wound.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

Uncle Khaos grunted in pain his hand on his bleeding shoulder as he looked at Dad. Who seemed in shock? He had always stood by the fact that Creed was loyal to the club.

“I want that man dead. You hear me Hades,” Uncle Khaos ordered through the pain.

The situation hit me. “You can’t kill Creed,” I said. Uncle Khaos bullet was straight through wound and I watched as every biker headed for their bikes. “Dad, you can’t hurt him.” I yelled with tears in my eyes and ran to catch up with him. Dad mounted his bike and I put my hands on his handlebars. “Please dad, don’t kill.” I begged, tears running down my cheeks now.