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Legacy

Havoc and I pull up to my house, and it’s quiet when we walk inside.

I’m used to Bea being here when I randomly drop in throughout the day, so it’s an adjustment having her in school. Glancing at my phone, I see Reagan is probably still driving back from school drop-off as well, leaving the house to Margaret, who is sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite biker.” She smiles at Havoc.

“I thought I was your favorite?” I tease, even though I know she’s always had a soft spot for him.

Margaret has said on more than one occasion that if she were forty years younger, he’d be just her type. Something about the hair and tattoos, apparently.

“You know I love you, Jesse.” Margaret winks .

“But she loves me more. Win a war, and maybe you’ll be able to properly steal a lady’s heart.” Havoc grins, walking past me to give her a hug. “How you feeling, Margaret?”

“Keep hugging me like that, and I’ll tell you.” She squeezes his bicep.

Havoc chuckles, hugging her tighter before pulling back. “Got any more of that coffee?”

“On the counter. Already poured you both a to-go cup when Legacy texted me that you’d be dropping by.”

“Always taking care of us.” I walk over to give her a hug while Havoc grabs his coffee.

“Well, someone has to.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” Havoc drops into the chair across from her at the table and takes a sip. “Although, our boy here has finally locked down an old lady, so maybe you’re off the hook from here on out.”

“Falling for my lovely niece is the smartest thing Jesse’s ever done.”

Havoc holds up his coffee. “Cheers to that.”

They clink coffee cups as she turns her attention to him. “What about you, Levi? When’s a nice lady gonna steal your heart?”

“Who says one already hasn’t.” He winks, trying to sound like he’s talking about Margaret, but there’s something else beneath it.

Something I thought I sensed years ago when we were still in high school. Something that drove him to the military instead of the club for a while.

But if there is anyone, he’s never talked about her .

“I appreciate the flattery.” Margaret drops her chin, eyeing him. “But you deserve someone a lot more exciting than an old woman like me.”

“I like to think of you as experienced .” He grins.

Margaret’s gaze shoots to me. “This is why he’s my favorite.”

“Yeah, well, keep your favorite busy for me while I go change into something already covered in oil.” I chuckle, heading up the staircase.

Havoc and Margaret continue talking and laughing, and it’s nice to hear her in good spirits. When she was first diagnosed, the medication was intense. If she wasn’t sleeping, she was sick. And even if her being off the drugs and out of the hospital means something else, at least she’s able to be a part of the family again.

Once I’m in my bedroom, I strip off my cut and grab an already-ruined T-shirt. Havoc needs an extra set of hands at Kings Auto today, and with the other guys already preoccupied, I offered to help.

Stepping into the bathroom, I slip on the shirt and spot the pregnancy test box sitting on the counter again. Reagan must have moved it back in here from the nightstand, and it stirs up everything that rushed my system last night.

What I wouldn’t give to have a baby with Reagan. Maybe even two, three, five… as many as she’s willing to have. If it’s up to me, I want to keep her pregnant and fill this house to the point where we need to expand it .

Until Reagan, more kids wasn’t something I considered. But now that I have her, there’s no end to the possibilities.

I pick up the box, and something inside moves around. Glancing at the trash, I see the negative test still sitting on the top, so it must be the second one, but when I tilt it to peek inside, I see this one’s been used as well.

She was still feeling sick when she woke up this morning, so maybe she took another one?

Sliding the test out of the box, I stare at it for a second, thinking I must be imagining things. I flip the box over and read it twice to make sure I’m not.

Two lines.

It’s positive.

My heart pounds. My chest tightens around my lungs.

Reagan is pregnant.

She didn’t tell me she was taking another test, but she also didn’t know I’d be dropping by the house this morning. If I had to guess, she left this here to surprise me later.

Reagan and I are having a baby.

That realization swims through me. I’m flooded with a hundred different emotions. The last time I felt this alive was the first time I held Beatrice in my arms, and now Reagan’s making the warmth in my heart multiply.

Setting the test on the counter, I pull out my phone and dial her number. Reagan might have wanted to wait until we were face-to-face to tell me, but I can’t. I need to tell her that she’s everything I’ve ever needed and that I’m going to give our family everything I have .

I need to tell her that I was doubting everything until she stormed into my life and made sense of it.

I need to tell her I love her again.

And again.

And again.

Last night, I couldn’t stop saying it as I fucked her over and over. She’s it for me. To the end of time. The two of us and our family.

Her phone rings five times before going to voicemail.

It’s unusual for her, considering she should be driving back to the house with Venom right now, and she’s always responsive. I try to swallow the sour feeling stirring in my gut and dial again, just in case it’s her phone acting up.

This time, someone answers, but it’s not Reagan.

“Hello?”

“Who is this?” I try to control my temper as I start walking back downstairs.

“Hi, um, this is Olive. I just found this phone in a trash can.” Olive sounds no more than ten.

Just a kid.

“What trash can did you find the phone in, Olive?” My heart hammers.

“The one by the cafeteria.”

At the school.

“Legacy,” Havoc yells, and even though my gut is already churning, his tone makes it worse. “Venom tried to call you, but it went to voicemail.”

Probably because I was already making a call .

“Thanks, Olive. Can you give the phone to your teacher?” I don’t wait for her to answer before hanging up.

I’m storming down the hallway toward Havoc, who is handing his phone out to me. Whatever he knows, he’s bracing for impact. And Margaret has already disappeared down the other end of the hallway to avoid the fallout.

“Why was Reagan’s phone in a trash can?” I ask Venom the second I put it to my ear.

“Legacy, fuck.” Venom sounds out of breath. “She’s gone.”

“What the fuck do you mean she’s gone?” I pinch the bridge of my nose.

Venom is breathing hard as a truck door slams on the other end of the line. “Reagan took Bea into school like she does every day, and a minute later, she texted me that the school needed to talk to her, so she’d be a second.”

My heart pounds as I dread what he’s about to say.

“When she didn’t come back out in that time, I came in to get her, but she was gone.”

“Lincoln.” I grit my teeth.

He’s been in the wind since the near run-in at the bar, but I was under no illusion that he’d left Vegas. And since he worked for a partnering school district in Glendale, it would make sense for him to use that to his advantage to get to her.

“It wasn’t Lincoln.” Venom grunts again. “Well… it wasn’t just Lincon, I should say. Found him passed out in the hallway with a knife in his side. ”

“What the fuck?”

“It was the Iron Sinners.”

Venom’s words are like swallowing concrete. The only thing worse than Reagan’s problems catching up with her is mine.

I lean against the counter, trying to brace myself as the world spins.

“I spotted two of them putting her in the back of a van. I tried to stop them, but they got me in the gut, and it slowed me down.”

“You’re shot?”

“I’ll be fine,” he says, but he doesn’t sound like it.

His tone is quieter now. His breathing is getting more uneven, and the fight he had in his tone at the beginning of our call is fading.

“I managed to get Lincoln in the truck. He’s still passed out, but he’s bleeding everywhere. If anyone sees him, the regular excuses aren’t going to keep the cops at bay.”

“Stay there. We’ll get someone to drive you back. Don’t take your eyes off Lincoln, and keep your phone on you.”

“You got it, boss.” Venom groans again.

I hang up, handing Havoc his phone. “Venom is bleeding out in front of the school.”

“Soul and Ricky are around the corner. I’ll have them get him.” Havoc thumbs through his contacts. “And Reagan?”

“The Iron Sinners have her.” I don’t know how I manage to get those words out, but my vision blurs, and I’m seeing everything I’ve ever needed slipping away from me .

“Fuck.” Havoc rubs the back of his neck, putting his phone to his ear.

I pull out mine to make a call, and thankfully, Ghost answers on the second ring.

“What’s up?”

“The Iron Sinners have Reagan. Are you at the clubhouse?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I need to talk to Sera now. She needs to stop being uncooperative and tell me where the fuck they took her before something happens.”

“Shit.” Something slams on the other end of the line, and I assume it’s his office door.

Ghost doesn’t say anything, but I hear commotion from every room as he moves through the clubhouse looking for Sera.

It takes too long. Every minute, my heart sinks.

Havoc is already on his third phone call coordinating while I wait for Ghost to get back to me.

“Sera’s not here.”

“What the hell? She left?”

“She went shopping with Reina and Wren this morning. She told them she was going to run a couple of extra errands and find her way back to the compound, but she didn’t.”

There’s silence, and I know he’s probably reading my mind. Sera’s continued staying with us under the pretense of healing, but this past week, she’s been insistent on getting out. It didn’t matter how much we warned her of the risks, she needed a fix, and we refused to give one to her. And that’s if her addiction is even the reason she was desperate to leave. Her disappearing on the same day Reagan goes missing is too convenient for me to believe.

But I can’t focus on that right now, or all I’ll see is red.

“I need you to find her, brother. Sera’s the only one who might know where they’ve taken Reagan.”

“I will.”

“Marcus…” I swallow hard. “Reagan’s pregnant.”

There’s another deathly silent pause on the other end of the line. Havoc’s gaze meets mine, and I swear I see my own fear flood his eyes.

Finally, Ghost’s voice comes back through the other end of the line. “I’ll find her, Jesse. You have my word.”