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Crossing her arms over her chest, she sat on that damn couch. Raising one eyebrow, she confidently said, “Even if you aren’t fucking here. I get paid for my time. If an hour of my time is booked, I get paid for that hour. What you choose to do with that time is completely up to you.”

I opened my mouth to say... fuck, I didn’t know what to say. This didn’t make sense. Shrinks didn’t just let you go. They pushed and pushed until they forced you to say shit you didn’t mean.

“Let me walk you out.”

She walked ahead of me, opening the door. She stood there watching me, waiting for me to leave. I hadn’t moved from my spot. This shit didn’t make sense. I rubbed the back of my neck, then walked to the door, stopping in front of her.

“What if I wanted to meet twice a week?”

What the fuck am I doing?

“We could do that,” she assured me, her tone even.

“Ok.” I nodded. “King’s an asshole. You should get whatever you can out of him.” That was it. If he was going to force me to come here, he could fucking pay for it. Let him waste the club’s money.

“Ok. How about four days from now?” She eyed me cautiously. “Same time?”

“Yea,” I agreed and walked to my bike.

As I climbed on, I looked back at Haizley. She stood in the doorway, a smug smile on her lips as she watched me. She had fucking played me. I couldn’t stop the grin that crept up as I shook my head.

I hoped Gunner knew what he was getting into with her. She was smarter than every fucking one of us, and I had a feeling she would toss the clubhouse upside down.

Chapter Three

Cash

I wasn’t on time for the second appointment either. Though I did show up earlier. Thirty minutes into my allotted time, I knocked on Haizley’s door.

When she opened the door, I winced. Her black eyes looked worse.

“I know, I look awful. I canceled my online sessions for now but figured you and Amber see me every day. Plus, you already know what happened.”

I was an asshole. Given what she had been through, I should have been here on time. I hoped like hell Gunner understood how strong his woman was.

Haizley didn’t wait for me to sit. She moved to the couch and got comfortable. Pulling out her phone, she started reading. Leaving me standing in the middle of the room.

I sat in the same chair as last time and looked around the room. Nothing had changed, except the missing rug that Greg Williams had bled on when Haizley stabbed him in the neck as he attacked her.

“How are you?”

She looked up from her phone. “I’m ok,” she answered, then focused on her phone again. I watched her and knew she wasn’t reading. She was thinking about what happened.

She bit into her lip, and her hand trembled ever so slightly when she tried to swipe the page.

“I was adopted,” I blurted out.

Her hands dropped to her lap, and she looked up at me. Surprise on her face. Her fear forgotten. “I didn’t know that.”

“No one does. Not even King. Hell, Nav might know. But he’s never said anything.”

“Have you always known?”

I shook my head and looked away into the kitchen. “My parents told me when I was fifteen.”

“How did you feel when you learned your mom didn’t give birth to you?”

I shrugged. “It didn’t change anything.”