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Legacy

Club life can be total bullshit.

Like when I’m sitting with my finger on a trigger instead of having it shoved so deep inside Reagan that she’s screaming my name.

After she finally agreed to be mine, all I wanted to do was spend the entire night in bed together. Instead, the Iron Sinners had other plans, breaking into one of our storehouses and stealing shit. Too stupid to realize Ghost puts trackers on all our products, which led us directly back to them.

“What’s taking them so long?” I groan, my arms and eyes getting tired of watching the open doorway, ready to shoot at any second.

Ghost lifts his gaze from his phone. “Havoc’s positioning a few more guys at the back of the property in case they run. ”

On missions like this, I’m usually paired with Ghost in the shadows. It’s his job to monitor whatever the fuck he’s always watching on his phone, and it’s mine to take runners down from a distance.

I’ve always had good aim. It came naturally since Dad started training me at a young age. Shooting shit was one of the few things I always enjoyed doing with King. To this day, the feel of the grip in my hand brings back good memories.

After Bea came along, I was even more thankful for my skills with a gun. My aim means I’m usually positioned in the back, away from the mess, and less likely to come home covered in blood. The only downside is that it can be downright boring. Like right now, when Ghost and I are sitting, crouched out of sight, waiting for someone to make a move.

“Happy to see you finally locked Reagan down, brother.” Ghost smirks, glancing over at me.

“You’re just happy Soul owes you five hundred bucks.”

“You heard about the bet?”

“Like Soul can keep his mouth shut.” I chuckle.

“Chaos owes him a grand. He bet you’d never do it.”

“Good. Maybe Chaos will learn to keep his damn mouth shut and stop betting on shit that’s other people’s business. You too, for that matter.”

“I was still the closest.” He glances back down at his phone. “And I’m happy for you. Bea loves Reagan.”

I love Reagan .

I just haven’t told her that explicitly yet, so I’m not letting that word out until she’s the one who is hearing it.

“She protected Bea at the store. The gun came up, and she moved herself in front of my daughter. Sera can’t even bring herself to visit her own flesh and blood. It’s fucking pathetic.”

“Sera’s always been self-absorbed.” Ghost hums. “Patch said she’s been swiping oxy from his shelves, so he had to lock it down. Steel’s kicking her out if she doesn’t cut that shit out.”

“That’s if she doesn’t leave first just to get another fix. It doesn’t matter what happens or what we do. Nothing’s a wake-up call for that woman.” I rake my hair back. “As fucked up as it is that the Iron Sinners did that to her, I hoped it would make her change. That now that she was back, she’d want to be part of Bea’s life. Pipe dream, apparently.”

“Maybe another time.”

“Maybe,” I agree, even if I doubt it. “If not, it’s for the better. Bea doesn’t need any more back and forth.”

“Reagan’s good with her.”

“Reagan’s good with everyone. That woman is way too fucking good for me.”

“At least you know that.” Ghost grins.

“Fuck yeah, I do.” I chuckle. “I’m still surprised she said yes. Figured at some point, she’d wise up and get off the sinking ship.”

“That’s not what you are.”

“Bea’s the best thing about me. ”

“Not gonna argue that.” Ghost smiles. “But you have your charms, brother. Don’t doubt yourself. You’ve got a lot to give. Show her that side, and she’d be an idiot to resist.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Of course. And be good to her, or Luna will never forgive you.”

“So that’s what this is…” I hitch an eyebrow. “A secondhand lecture from your old lady? Got it.”

Ghost shrugs, not denying it. “Don’t piss off the woman who loves you.”

“That’s your grand advice?”

“That’s all that matters.”

I shake my head, turning my attention back to the Iron Sinners slowly filtering in.

Finally .

They’re unloading our gun shipment into their storehouse, not expecting us to be waiting for them.

“Looks like it’s go time,” Ghost says, cutting off our conversation.

His phone pings with the signal from Havoc just as movement starts at the perimeter.

Steel leads the group at the left of the property, while Soul’s group flanks from the right. We can’t see Havoc and his crew since they covered the back, but I know they’re there. We have the Iron Sinners surrounded. And with the number of outbuildings on the property, they don’t see us coming.

The second the first gun fires, I’m ready .

A coward from the Iron Sinner side tries to run, and I get him with a clean shot in the back of the head. I’m sure I should feel something as he drops to the ground, but I’ve been numb to it for years.

The first time I killed a man, all I could think about for months was the light leaving his eyes. When that stopped happening, I figured I’d gone numb inside. I assumed that was the last I’d ever really feel of anything.

It wasn’t until Bea came around that my heart started beating again.

But while my daughter gave me back my heartbeat, I still have no sympathy for these men as I watch them drop one by one.

Iron Sinners are soulless bastards. They tear families apart and traffic women. They’ve done things that test even my moral boundaries.

Ghost stares at his phone while Twisted Kings pour in. I pick the Iron Sinners off slowly, and everyone does their job. We have the benefit of having Havoc and his military background on our side. Which is why these takedowns are orchestrated with precision and executed to a tee.

It isn’t until the situation is under control that Ghost and I get called from our post to join the group.

When we meet up with Steel outside the house, they’ve finished tying up any remaining Iron Sinners. Havoc tasks prospects with dragging anyone still alive back into the storehouse to question them, and Ghost happily follows.

While I don’t mind watching them drop from afar, Ghost prefers it more up close and personal. They’ll probably be here for hours getting any information they can, and I’m sure my brother will enjoy every second of it.

Steel walks up to me when he finishes with Soul. “I need you to take Ricky and Venom to get this shipment back to storage. I’m going to have Soul follow you with whatever we find here.”

“You got it, Prez. Want me to circle back once it’s unloaded?”

“No, Havoc’s doing a sweep, but there’s not much else besides our guns.”

It should be a relief, but it means we still haven’t found where the Iron Sinners are housing the women they’re trafficking. And until we can secure that location and cut them off at the source, we’re left hanging.

“You and the guys can head back to the compound when you’re done,” Steel says. “Church at ten.”

“Eleven,” Chaos argues because he’ll probably head to the strip club after this.

I don’t stick around for the final decision. They’ll text me, and I’m too anxious to get back to see Reagan.

I sent her to my bed when I left. Knowing that’s where she’ll be when I get home makes me want to get to that part of my night sooner rather than later.

Is it so bad to let myself think that this could last? Because I’m not stopping here. I’m not done until she’s everything.

My old lady.

My wife.

The mother of my children.

I want it all with that woman.