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“What?” I ask, frowning.

“That Haze has a hero complex and can’t say no.”

“I mean, that’s his sister. I get it.” I still, considering his words. “Is it annoying? Yes.”

“Why do you think Daisy tried to pin the baby on Haze out of everyone?” he replies, crossing his arms over his chest. “Haze will be there. He’s got a hero complex. And yeah, there’s the whole record deal thing.”

“I wonder who the actual father is,” I mumble, and Lore smirks, wrapping his arm around me. “Not me, thank fuck. And I’m never touching Daisy again, that’s for sure.”

“Because you don’t date women with kids?” I ask, repeating his damn slogan that he says all the time.

“Exactly.” He grins, his index finger gently bopping my nose. “We’ll find out who the father is soon enough. I’ll go and get the truck and take you wherever you want to go.”

“Thanks, Lore.”

Thirty minutes later, we’re having lunch at this new Vietnamese restaurant. We’ve ordered a lot, but I’m pretty sure Lore will finish everything I don’t.

The waitress bats her eyelashes at Lore and bites her lower lip as she stares at him.

Rolling my eyes, I wait for her to leave before saying, “Wow, can’t take you bikers anywhere.”

“What?” he asks, leaning his arm along the booth. “She was cute. Think you could stay out of trouble for thirty minutes so I can give her a quickie?”

“Probably not.” I smirk. “You know you don’t have to fuck anything with a vagina, right? Sometimes it’s okay to have other hobbies.”

“Shouldn’t you do what you’re good at, though?” he replies, taking a bite out of one of the spring rolls.

“You’re a heartbreaker,” I fire back, trying to keep the judgment out of my tone and failing. “I heard some gossip about you from the strippers. You let them stay the night, make them feel special, then bam!” I slam my hand down on the table. “You move onto the next before they can even wash your cum out of their mouths.”

He starts to choke, and I watch him.

He should know how all the women he gets head from feel.

“I’m not like Ghost,” he says after he swallows some water and gets his laughter under control. “I do repeats. I’ll spend the night with whoever I feel like. It’s really not that deep.”

“Not that deep, hey?”

“You have a filthy mind, Cupcake,” he murmurs, his violet eyes filled with mirth. “Is it a crime that sometimes I like to cuddle too? Yeah, I don’t want any commitment, but I’m not a cold, unfeeling bastard.”

“Heartbreaker,” I repeat. “Watching you fall in love one day is going to bring me great joy.”

“Don’t wish such things on me. I thought we were friends,” he grumbles, picking up his Coke and taking a sip.

I throw my napkin at him, and he laughs.

Next, I drag him to the mall to buy a few things before we head home. Haze texts me to let me know he’s arrived at the rehab center and that he’ll be back tomorrow. I tell him I’m out with Lore but about to head back to the clubhouse.

“I love this song!” I say, turning up the radio and dancing in my seat.

Lore smiles, amused at my antics. “You’re a joy, you know that? No wonder Haze is so?—”

Another car suddenly smashes into us on my side, and all I feel is excruciating pain in my arm. The truck flips and ends up upside down.

My vision blurs as I try to turn to check on Lore.

“Lore?” I rasp.

And then everything goes black.