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My head is jumping to and fro. The way the air suddenly shifts turns my stomach. They’re going to war, or from what I hear, they’re just getting back to it. “And then?” I can’t help but ask.

None of them answer. Travis stands, then walks to my side, his height pouring over me. Holding out a hand, he waits for me to take it.

I do, feeling immediate comfort as he pulls me up. “That’s as far as your involvement goes.” He turns to Rocco, his hand at the small of my back turning me, ushering me out of the room. “I’ll update you once I’ve spoken to Elvis.”

Dean stands, and I hear him follow us out. The three of us make our way down the stairs in silence, my head clouded with a million thoughts and questions. Life is suddenly getting deep and I can’t imagine it getting any worse.

Scrap that.

Freezing when I make it to the bottom step, Travis is forced to do so behind me. I’m unmoving, staring at the sight of Sophie standing next to Tanya. She hasn’t been around here for months. And now I know why.

Chapter Twenty-Three

TRAVIS

Against my better judgment, I scowl and look at the pregnant woman before me, anger multiplying at the rate of knots. I refuse to look down. What the fuck is she doing here having not been around for months? And why the fuck is she showing up now, full to the fucking brim? Palpitations start stealing my calmness.

It can’t be.

She can’t be… comprehension rains down on me like an unwanted hailstorm. The power behind what I’m looking at is strangling. If she’s here to tell me the kid inside her is fucking mine, I’m about to explode.

This isn’t the time nor the place to be dealing with whatever the fuck is going on here, but even I—a man with little experience when it comes to these things, can clearly work out having watched Tanya grow over the past few months, that there’s every possibility the baby growing inside her is mine. I slept with her the night Mollie first came to the clubhouse. I shouldn’t have. But I did.

But I was safe? It can’t be.

No. I gather my fucking composure, steeling my spine.

I have shit to do. People counting on me.

My attention scatters to Mollie. “Let’s go.”

She looks at me, her chocolate eyes wild with bewilderment. “Travis?” She knows. I can hear it in her soft voice. Clear as fucking day, my girl can see what’s right in front of us.

I don’t like it. “I said let’s go.” Grabbing her hand, I begin dragging her towards the door because right about now that’s all I feel I can do.

“Wait.” She wrenches her hand free from mine before looking at Sophie. “What are you doing here?” she asks, slowly stepping towards her and Tanya, who’s now stood by Sophie’s side.

I don’t miss the way Tanya scrunches her face at me like I’ve done something wrong. I step closer behind Mollie, oddly needing to protect her from what I fear is coming.

“We were just talking about you, earlier, I mean,” Mollie starts. “Where’ve you been?”

Sophie rubs at her large bump. “Busy.”

“Clearly,” I mutter under my breath at the same time as Mollie.

She gives me a look over her shoulder.

“Baby, I need you to come with me now.”

“Hang on,” she fires at me, her aura shifting. “Why are you here, Sophie?” Having presumably worked out why Sophie’s here, she sounds oddly protective. God love her.

Sophie’s hands drop to her sides. “I needed somewhere to stay. Tan said she could help.”

“Right. And,whydo you need somewhere to stay?” I ask, my voice low and commanding.

“Isn’t it obvious,” she says so passive aggressively, I feel my hackles rise.

“Look, whatever’s going on here, you take yourself away from the club.”