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“My mother left me when I was ten years old. So no, she doesn’t know where the fuck I am.”

“Sorry.”

“Fuck off, Boomer.”

“I ain’t no fucking Boomer, kid,” I sneered, making my way toward her.

“And I ain’t no fucking kid.”

I didn’t have time for this bullshit. My phone rang, and looking at the screen, I saw King’s name.

“Yea?”

“You gonna be home soon?”

“Yeah,” I answered, my eyes never leaving the girl. She glared back at me, and I couldn’t help but wonder how old she was. She was fucking small for not being a kid.

“Ok. We’ve got church. Want to make sure you’re here.”

“Have I ever fucking missed it before?”

“Don’t be a dick.”

“Then don’t fucking question me.”

“What crawled up your ass?”

I could ask him the same thing, but I knew what it was. Or rather, who. I blew out a breath and ran a hand through my hair. “Nothing. Just been a shit day.”

He was quiet for a minute and then asked, “You met with Haizley today, right?”

“Yea.” I swung my leg over and sat on my bike but didn’t start her up right away. Just sat there waiting for him to call me out on my bullshit.

“Ok, brother. I’ll see you when you get back.” The understanding in his tone pissed me off for two reasons. One, I didn’t need his fucking pity. And two, I just fucking lied to my president.

I slid my phone into my cut pocket when she asked, “You in that club in town?” She sounded closer than I expected, and when I glanced over my shoulder, she stood behind me, arms crossed over her chest, staring at my cut.

I looked her over. She might have been small, but up close, I could see that she wasn’t as young as I thought. The way her hips flared and her tits rounded out told me she definitely was not a kid.

“Yea.” I twisted the key and my bike roared to life, drowning out anything else she might have said.

I flew down the mountain, faster than I should have. It felt a little like I needed to get away from the sexy little pixie. There was something about her that made my dick take notice.

Not that he was picky lately.

Ever since I read the letter Rachel left me, I’d been fucking anything with a willing pussy. But she was too fucking young for me.

At least that was what I kept telling myself on the way back to the clubhouse.

Chapter Four

Kytten

I wasn’t sure why I was hanging around Diamond Creek. Sypher and Pippen were here. Danika was safe. She didn’t need me anymore. But I couldn’t bring myself to leave. It was like something else was keeping me here. Something I couldn’t understand or grab onto.

I had followed Dr. Jefferson here and was surprised when she pulled up to the Silver Shadows’ clubhouse. I tried to figure out her connection to the bikers. What led her here?

When I approached her at the diner in Las Vegas, she was wary. Val hadn’t told me the specifics of why Dr. Jefferson had her granddaughter, so I didn’t know why she had left Oklahoma City. Seeing her pull up to a motorcycle club, and this one in particular, knowing who else lived in this town, had me calling Val immediately.