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Haze’s amber eyes widen as he stands and helps me up. He can’t hide the amusement written all over his face. “So what did you see?”

“Angel’s cock,” I blurt out. “And Suit’s. They were getting head from Rose.”

His amusement dies as he grips my nape. Yeah, he doesn’t like that. His voice drops, laced with anger. “I don’t like you seeing their dicks.” He pauses and then softens his tone as he asks, “Is that why you were so wet? You liked watching them, baby?”

I can feel my cheeks heat. “No… I mean, I don’t know.” He arches his brow, and my shoulders hunch. “Yeah, okay… it did turn me on.”

Wouldn’t it turn on anyone?

They are scary hot.

It’s like a scene out of a romance novel, and I’m a dark romance girl.

His teeth rake over his bottom lip. “As long as you come to me for what you need. I’ll speak to Suit about what he pulled just now.”

“It’s his clubhouse,” I say, sighing. “I just didn’t expect such wild shit to be going on before it’s even lunchtime! I told them to put a tie on the door next time. Give a girl a little warning. I’m not a prude, but I don’t want to see Rose sucking down Angel’s massive anaconda without some warning.”

At this, Haze throws his head back and laughs. I can’t look away. “It’s a biker clubhouse, baby girl. There’s always dirty shit going on.”

“I’ll remember that for next time. This clubhouse needs some boundaries,” I grumble, bending down to slide through the ropes.

Haze follows after me, making a groaning sound. I turn around to see his heated gaze locked firmly on my ass. With a mischievous grin, I start running back to our room.

He chases me.

And when he catches me, he throws me down on the bed and takes what’s his.

HAZE

Three missed calls from Aspen, but when I call her back, it goes to voicemail. I don’t know where she is, and knowing her, it could be anywhere. She was staying at my house, but after a few days, she left without a word. It’s a common pattern for her, one that breaks my fucking heart every time. Loving someone with an addiction has been one of the hardest things in my life. I’m always worried that I haven’t done enough, but I’ve given and offered her everything I can. She’s stolen items from my house, taken money from me. I’ve been through it all with her. I always thought that things would change, but I guess I was wrong.

Bones claps me on my shoulder as he sits next to me at the bar, ordering a drink from Rose. “You all right, brother?”

“Yeah,” I lie, forcing a smile. Now is not the time to think of my sister. We’re having a party, celebrating Danger and Omen patching in. There’s food, alcohol, and rap music playing. I’ll be singing a few songs later when the night starts to wind down a little. My eyes roam to Luella playing pool with Ora. She’s wearing a tight emerald-green dress that matches her eyes, and her blonde curls hang down her shoulders. She looks stunning, but then again, she always does.

I don’t miss the men checking her out as they pass.

If I thought she’d accept it, I’d put a property patch on her right now.

I’ll put in an order for one.

Luella bends over to play her shot, the material of her dress riding up farther. I’m enjoying the view a little too much when someone stands in front of me, blocking her from my sight.

With a sigh, I stare into a pair of pissed-off blue eyes. “You’ve been avoiding me and ignoring my messages.”

Ever since she told me she wasn’t going to do the paternity test, just to be a spiteful bitch, I’ve stopped going along with her bullshit. Little does she know, I spoke to Scorp, and we came up with a plan to do the test without her knowledge. All we need is a little bit of her blood, and I came up with the brilliant idea of how to get it. It just means that I’m going to owe Ghost a marker. I don’t like that, but I don’t have much choice right now. I need to know. My future depends on it.

“You never even told me what happened when you went to the record label!”

Daisy doesn’t care about how it went—all she sees are dollar signs.

“Yeah, so maybe you should take the hint, Daisy,” I say, leaning back against the bar and studying her. “I’m done playing this game with you. If the baby is mine, I will step up and be a good father. Until then, I’m not going to be running around after you. Now, if you wouldn’t mind moving out of the way, you’re blocking my view.”

I don’t want to stress Daisy out. She’s pregnant, and she needs to focus on herself and staying healthy. But at the same time, I’m not going to let her fucking take advantage of the situation and think she can lead me around by the balls. I don’t do blackmail. She’s not in fucking charge. I tried to play nice and look where it got me. Daisy won’t back away until she gets what she wants—a property patch on her back—but she’s never going to get that from me. She bet on the wrong fucking man.

She bends forward so her lips touch the shell of my ear. “If you don’t want me, then you won’t get to see your child. Think about what you’re doing right now, Haze. Do you want your son or daughter to grow up with another man raising them? Because that’s what will happen if you don’t start treating me like your woman. Get rid of Goldilocks. If you truly wanted her, you wouldn’t have fucked so many other women. Does she know just how much pussy you’ve been through? Maybe someone should remind her.”

Daisy steps away, and I keep my expression blank. She just made a grave error, but I’m not going to let her see that.