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I tossed the burger onto the coffee table and laid my head in her lap. She ran her fingers through my hair, and we watched a show about six friends who thought their lives were hard. They had no idea what real life was about.

The sound of the door closing woke me, and I sat up on the couch. There was nothing but darkness outside the window.

“Johnny ran out and got us a few things. So we can shower before we go home in the morning.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

Indie let out a frustrated sigh. “You’re acting like a child.”

“How the hell would you know? You had less of a childhood than I did.” Her face didn’t change. There was no shock, or anger, not even shame at what I’d said, and that was worse than seeing the hurt I knew she was feeling because of my outburst. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“Yes, you did. And you’re right. But I know, because you’re acting just like Charlie when she doesn’t get her way. You’re a grown man, Mimic. Fucking act like it.”

“I don’t want you mad at me.”

Her shoulders slumped, and she huffed out a groan. “I’m not mad at you. I’m disappointed.”

“’Cause that’s so much better.”

“You need to talk about this. If you won’t talk to me, and you won’t talk to her. What about Haizley? Or Sam? Or your sister? If anyone knows what you’re feeling it would be Kytten.”

“Kytten wouldn’t understand. She’s always believed in her. Always believed she was innocent.”

“Maybe she is.”

I looked up at the ceiling. Maybe she was. Maybe everything Dakota and George said was a lie. Or maybe she was the liar. Maybe I couldn’t believe anything she said. The problem was, there was no way to be sure.

“Come to bed, Mimic.”

I removed my clothes and climbed in behind Indie. My hand went between her legs and she opened for me.

“I need you, Indie.”

“I’m right here.” She twisted around until she was facing me. Cradling my face in her hands, she promised, “I’m not going anywhere. I love you. I want you to talk to her. I want you to hear her side of things, and I want you to forgive her. You have a second chance to have your mother in your life. I don’t want you to waste that.”

She leaned forward and kissed me. Her mouth opened for me, letting me swirl my tongue around inside her, tasting her, before she pulled back.

“But if you don’t want to do any of that, I’ll still be here. You come first. Always.”

It was exactly what I needed to hear. I needed to know my relationship with Indie wouldn’t be contingent on my relationship with my mother. I needed to know that I was important to someone. That what I needed was a priority.

“I love you, Indigo Cambridge.”

“I love you too. Make love to me,” she whispered.

Immediately, I covered her body with mine, and without any foreplay, any conditioning, I lined up the head of my cock with her pussy and pushed in with ease.

This was home. Indie was my peace. My shelter in the storm. No matter what happened when we got back to the clubhouse, I knew she’d be right beside me.

Where she belonged.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Kytten

“It’s too fucking late.” Thorne jumped up from his chair, and it slid back, hitting the wall, causing me to jump. He stormed past me toward the doors, almost knocking me over, when Bane caught his arm.

“She is your mother.”