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Ignoring her, I look up at Haze and smile. Yeah, I’m relieved. It might make me an asshole, but I didn’t want this baby to be his.

The amusement in Haze’s eyes gives away the fact he can read me like a book. He knows I’m happy.

“I love you,” he rasps.

“I love you too.”

And I love the fact that he didn’t knock that bitch up even more.

Finally, things are looking up.

“Haze, sorry, brother. She demanded to see you,” Danger calls out as Aspen steps into the room.

She stares at me like I’m a piece of dirt on her shoe. I don’t know why she turned on me. All I know is from the look on her face, I can tell she’s not here to catch up on old times.

“Of course you leave me to see her,” she says, not looking away from me. “Hello, Lu. Long time no see.”

“Aspen.” I nod, taking in her thin frame. She has dark circles under her eyes and looks a lot older than she is. “It’s nice to see you.”

Life has been hard for Aspen, and I don’t take any pleasure in that fact.

“The last time I saw you, my brother was giving you a goodbye kiss. How was it without him there to save you from your shitty parents and shitty life?” she asks, smirking.

“Aspen,” Haze snaps, his brow furrowing. “What are you doing here?”

“You left, and I wanted…” She licks her lips, shifting on her feet. “I can’t go anywhere with your men watching me all the time. I need some money, Haze. And if I don’t get it, bad things are going to happen.”

“You owe money?” He guesses, his hand dropping to my lower back and tightening.

“Yeah,” she admits.

“How much?”

She swallows, looking at the floor. “Ten thousand.”

Haze’s jaw tenses, and he shares a look with Lore. “And who do you owe this money to?”

“You don’t understand what it’s like, Haze. I need those drugs. I need them, and?—”

“Who?”

“My friend.” She pauses. “She got them from some bad men.” Aspen breathes hard, throwing me a dirty look like this is somehow all my fault. “And if I don’t get it to them by tomorrow, they’re coming for me.”

Haze pinches the bridge of his nose and turns to Lore. “I need to talk to Prez and War.”

“I’ll watch her,” Lore states, standing up and nodding at Danger. “She doesn’t leave the clubhouse.”

Danger nods.

Haze turns to me and kisses the tip of my nose. “Don’t leave the clubhouse without at least four men until this is sorted, okay?”

I nod and watch him swagger away to fix yet another one of his sister’s problems.

HAZE

Six Weeks Later

When Luella finds it hard to sleep, even after a few orgasms and a back rub, I pick up my guitar and play for her. I used to do this when we were kids with both of our windows open, so she fell asleep to my voice instead of her parents screaming downstairs. “Everything” by Lifehouse does the trick, and soon, she’s fast asleep with a small smile on her beautiful face. The last few weeks have been perfect. Aspen got carried off to rehab, which is about a two-hour ride from here, and I know she hates me for doing it against her will. However, I think she will thank me one day. I paid off her drug dealer and kept it at that.