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“Leave, Daisy,” I say without emotion. “Let’s talk when you do the testing.”

“I told you, I’m not getting that fucking test done,” she yells, and I can feel eyes on us. “And you know what, I think I have chosen two names that I like. Lola and Silas. What do you think?”

Her smile is cruel. I can only imagine how pissed Luella will be if Daisy has my child and stole one of the names Luella had planned for our future child.

Jesus Christ.

Luella slides up to me and frowns at Daisy, with Ora at her side. I hope the two of them didn’t hear the end of that conversation. “Do we have a problem here?”

Daisy scrunches her face, crossing her arms over her chest. “No, just trying to set things straight with my baby daddy.”

“You decided to do that now?” Ora rolls her eyes, then waves to her dad when he steps into the bar. “Tonight is about Danger and Omen, Daisy. Not you. So either have a good time or fuck right off.”

I’ve never liked Ora more.

Daisy storms off and tries to slide up to Bones, who ignores her. I think everyone is sick of her shit, and no one wants to step on any toes.

Prez gets up on stage, and the music cuts off. “I hope everyone is having a good night!”

We all cheer.

“Tonight, we are celebrating two prospects being patched in. They’ve both been tested and put through the wringer.” He looks over at Omen. “One even pissed the VP off and got sent away for a while.”

“He was too busy getting his dick sucked!” War calls out, and Ora throws him a dirty look.

Prez laughs and holds up two new leather cuts. “Danger and Omen, come up here!”

The men get up and stand next to him. He hands Danger his first, clapping him on the back before doing the same to Omen. “We’d like to officially welcome you to the brotherhood. You’re Serpents through and through. You both worked hard for this.”

They take off their prospect cut and replace it with the new one that all the patched members have. I remember when I got patched in, so I know exactly how they feel. It’s exhilarating. They will be welcomed with pussy, alcohol, and now that they are members, a percentage of the money we earn each month.

And it’s damn good money.

Lifting Luella onto my lap, I bury my face into her neck and breathe her in.

Her.

This club.

That’s all I fucking need.

LU

Haze gets a call in the middle of the night. I’m half asleep, but I get a few words.

“Yeah. What? Okay. Leaving now. Keep her there.” He kisses the top of my head and quickly gets dressed before he leaves the room without a word.

When I wake up in the morning, he’s still not back.

Where the hell did he go in the middle of the night?

I’m cracking eggs for omelettes when Ora steps in, freshly showered, her long dark hair damp and hanging down her back. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” I reply with a grin. “Hey, did anything happen last night? Haze disappeared in the middle of the night.”

Ora frowns, shaking her head. “Not that I know of. And if something went down with the club, War would have gotten a phone call.” She pulls out some orange juice from the refrigerator and pours each of us a glass. “You slept with him, didn’t you?” Her tone is now a low whisper.

“Yeah,” I admit, turning to face her. “I’m an idiot, aren’t I? He might be having a freaking baby?—”