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“I wasn’t always a therapist, Dante.” I smirked. Maybe Danny hadn’t looked me up, or at least hadn’t told Dante what he learned. Closing my eyes, I said, “Go. I’ll keep her safe until you get back.”

“Keep your cell phone close. I will send you a text every day to let you know I’m still alive. If you don’t hear from me after forty-eight hours, take Danika and find Ellery Thomas. She’s an old lady in the Silver Shadows MC.”

My eyes snapped to his.

The Silver Shadows?

How was my brother’s club involved?

“Her husband, Ryder Thomas, is a patched member. Do you understand me? I will not allow my life to hurt her any more than it already has.”

Taking a deep breath, I steeled my features. I knew I had given enough away already. I couldn’t let the fear of knowing I may have to contact my brother’s club allow Dante to change his mind.

Reaching into his back pocket, he handed me an envelope.

“Take this. Danny thought of everything. It’s Danika’s birth certificate and IDs, stating that you are her mother. There is also a black Amex in your name. It has no limit. Whatever you need, this card will cover it.”

“I’ve got money.”

“Which can be tracked,” he stated. “That card can’t.”

“How?” I asked. My hands trembled as I reached for the envelope.

Dante grinned. “Think whatever you want about Danny, but the man thinks of and plans for every contingency.”

“He knew something like this could happen?”

He nodded. “Yeah, and he still did it anyway.”

I remembered the words Dante uttered over a week ago.‘He will burn the world down so Danika and I are safe.’

“Dante.” My whispered plea was ignored as I looked up at him.

He hugged me quickly and muttered, “Take care of our daughter. She is the most important person in our lives.”

Dante kissed Danika’s forehead and walked away, and he didn’t look back.

I stood in my office, holding tightly to a little girl who had just lost her entire world. A world she had only been given for a few short weeks before it was ripped away.

This was why I fucking hated bikers!

What they believed was a sacrifice for the greater good only served to tear families apart. As I looked down at Dani, asleep in my arms, I had a decision to make.

Would I follow Dante’s instructions and take his daughter to his friend if something happened to him? Risking her life further by dropping her into yet another outlaw club to be raised by someone who was likely a whore?

Or would I take her and disappear? If Danny and Dante died doing whatever the fuck they had gotten into, no one would know who Danika was. No one would know she was with me.

I had the documentation to prove she was mine.

Could I drop a two-year-old off with a motorcycle club and walk away, never thinking about her again? Or could I walk away from my whole life to protect a little girl that had come to mean the world to me in just a few short weeks?

Sacrifice.

That’s what it came down to.

Would I sacrifice this little girl’s future, or would I sacrifice my own?

It was an easy question to answer. I wasn’t a biker. I may have grown up around the biker world, but I wasn’t a part of it. I understood the true meaning of sacrifice.