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Remi

Pacing the bathroom, I tried not to look at the stick laying on the counter. It was impossible. I mean, I knew it could happen, but not this fast. Then again, it wasn’t like the asshole ever used protection. I was certain the bastard had never even owned a fucking condom.

God, I was not ready for this shit.

How could I have been so stupid?

“You’re not stupid,” she said. “A little crazy but not stupid.”

“If he knows what’s good for him, then it better be negative.” I groaned. “You gotta talk to me, Delany. Get my mind off it.”

“I still don’t understand why you called me, Remi. We barely know each other.”

“Because you are there and nowhere near here.”

“Ah,” Delany muttered. “Loose lips.”

“More like flapping gums,” I grumbled. “No one in this place can keep a damn secret to save their lives, except the asshole who knocked me up.”

“Well, you will be happy to know that my pregnancy is coming along fine. Tessa says everything is good. Harlow is thrilled to have a baby brother or sister.”

“What about Storm?”

“He doesn’t care as long as the baby is healthy.”

“And the other thing?”

“All quiet on this end. Since August, when Jason sold his house, I’ve been perfectly ensconced in this beautiful home. Occasionally, one of the club brothers will stop by and visit, but that is about it. I see more of Tessa and Largo than Montana, which I’m okay with. The club bought the surrounding land and according to Tessa, Montana plans on breaking ground after the new year on a new house, since Stone House is going to take a while to finish. I’m still not comfortable around him, but things are getting better. What about you? Is my secret still safe on your end?”

“Yep. Everyone here knows nothing.”

“How much longer do you think that will last?”

“Not long,” I muttered, biting my nail. “From what I hear, secrets are starting to trickle.”

“Maybe, if you’re pregnant, then your husband won’t care about killing mine.”

“Uh-huh,” I barely said while I stared at the stick on the counter. Slowly raising it to get a better look at it, I groaned, staring at the blinking pregnant word on the damn screen.

“Remi? You sound weird. Are you okay?”

“Nope. I’m not okay. That motherfucker knocked me up!”

Quickly disconnecting the call, my hand tightened around the stick as I marched my ass out of my bathroom, down the stairs, and out the front door, headed for the clubhouse.

I was going to fucking kill him.

“Hi, Remi!” Daphne shouted, and I growled.

Ink frowned, quickly kissed his wife then ran over to me, walking swiftly to keep up.

“Hey, Remi. What’s wrong?”

“Go away, Ink.”

“Can’t do that. You’re mad. How about we go talk about whatever’s pissed you off.”

“No.”

“Whoa.” Massacre gulped, seeing me approach the backdoor of the clubhouse. “Hey, Remi. Where’s the fire?”

“Move,” I snarled as the big goofball flinched, opening the door for me. I stormed past him, only to run smack dab into Solomon and Sunny.

“Remi?” Sunny frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m gonna kill him. For real this time.”

Solomon grinned, carefully moved his wife to the side, and motioned with his arm for me to proceed.

Quickly walking out of the kitchen, I found Bullseye standing in front of the dipshit’s office door.

Like he could protect him.

Ha!

“Move.”

“Can’t do that, Remi,” Bullseye said, then added, “The last time you were this angry, you damn near killed the man. Now, I totally agree he probably deserves it, but the fucker just took the chair back. You kill him and that means I gotta sit in that damn seat again, and I don’t want to.”

“I’m not going to kill him,” I sneered. “Castrate him, yes. But I’m not going to kill him.”

Bullseye shrugged, then moved. “Good enough for me.”

Flinging the door open, I found the fucker leaning against his desk, arms crossed over his chest, smiling like a fucking idiot.

“Hey, baby.”

“Don’t you hey baby me, Max,” I snarked, throwing the damn stick at him. “You knocked me up!”

Catching it, the fucker grinned. “Took me long enough. Thought I was shooting blanks.”

“I told you I wasn’t ready!”

“Got nine months, baby. Plenty of time to prepare.”

“That’s not what I meant and you fucking know it!”

Laying the stick on his desk, he pushed off and walked over to me. Wrapping his arms around me, he smiled. “Are you telling me you’re not even a tiny bit happy?”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I glared. “You know damn well I am.”

“Then why are you mad?”

“Because it’s too soon,” I muttered. “I’m still mad at you.”

Cupping my face, Max chastely kissed my lips and said, “Baby, I’m not going anywhere. If you need me to apologize every day for the next nine months, I will. I’m sorry. I was an ass. I wish I could promise you that I won’t be in the future, but you know that would be a lie. But I can promise you that I will never do anything that stupid again.”

“Can we get that in writing!” Player shouted from the peanut gallery. Looking over my shoulder, everyone was there, all smiling.

Chuckling, I shook my head. “It’s too soon, Max.”

“It’s going to be fine, baby. You’ll see. Nothing is going to happen. I promise.”

“REMI!” a very familiar voice shouted as everyone turned and Sypher ran into the office, gasping for air. He rushed right over to me, hiding behind me when Ace stormed in looking pissed.

“You little shit, get back here.” Ace snarled, taking a step toward his brother, only to stop and take a good look around him. “Uh, are we interrupting something?”

Growling, Max sneered, “You ruined my love bubble, asshole. What the fuck are you doing here, and why does Sypher look like he’s about to piss his pants?”

“Because he’s been keeping something from you!” Ace admitted.

“Should have got it writing,” Solomon groaned walking off, shaking his head.

“Let me get this straight,” Max seethed when he leaned forward in his chair, glaring at Sypher as he sat next to me on the small couch in church. “You allowed my wife to walk into the Soulless Sinners’ clubhouse unprotected and she proceeded to rip Montana a new ass?”

“Max, it wasn’t like that,” I spoke up as my soon-to-be-dead husband held up his hand, silencing me. Fucker had already done that twice. If he did it again, I was going to chop off his damn hand.

“Then what was it like, Remi?” he asked. “Because you were supposed to be nowhere near that fucked-up city.”

“You’re right,” I snarked. “I should have been home with my kids and husband, but I wasn’t, was I? Instead, I was trying to get my head straight because you went off the fucking rails and took matters into your own hands. Well, excuse me for fucking doing the same. No one knew where you were. You were off killing and doing God knows what, and I wasn’t going to allow Montana to harm Delany. She is Golden and needed to be protected.”

Seeing Max flinch and his face fall didn’t make me feel any better, but it was the damn truth and he knew it.

I wasn’t going to let him rip Sypher’s ass when the decision was mine. Sypher only did what I told him to do.

It wasn’t his fault.

“Who claimed her?” Bullseye asked, looking at the both of us.

“I inked her, and Layla and Remi claimed her,” Sypher admitted.

“They are right, Reaper,” Phantom said, clicking away on her computer. “It’s all here. She’s legit. She is Golden.”

“She’s my cousin?” Sandman asked, stepping out of the shadows.

“Yeah, big guy.” Phantom smiled. “Her dad was your uncle.”

“I claim her,” Sandman formally stated, daring anyone to oppose him.

Leaning back in his seat, Max shook his head. “I wish you would have told me sooner, Remi. This shit with Montana is about to kick off. Soon, lines will be drawn, and I can’t have a Golden Legacy on the opposing side.”

“The rules are clear, Reaper,” Massacre informed. “You have options. Montana ain’t gonna like them, but they are there for a reason. As the President of his club and a sitting member of the table, he should have informed you immediately of her whereabouts. As for Storm, he married a Golden Legacy without permission. That alone demands retribution.”

“No!” I shouted, jumping to my feet. “You are not going to do anything. Delany loves Storm. They have a daughter, and she’s pregnant again.”

“Baby, I can’t ignore this,” Max groaned, shaking his head. “There are rules. Rules Montana blatantly ignored. Someone has to pay penance.”

“Not Storm. He loves Delany. Everything he’s done has been to protect her. Hell, he disobeyed Montana’s direct order and married her, knowing it could cost him his brand. You kill Storm, you might as well kill Delany.”

“You know, Reaper.” Player grinned leaning back in his chair. “There is another way you can get retribution while sticking it to Montana. Demand penance in the form of a club.”

Matrix chuckled. “I agree. Fucker will hate it, but the problem is, which club?”

“Ask for the Nebraska club,” I said looking at Max.

Max frowned. “Why that club, baby?”

“Because there is a secret in that club that will bring down the Soulless Sinners if it ever gets out.”