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“Is it mine?”

I rolled my eyes, wondering why he was even in here. It was 3:00 maybe 4:00 AM. He didn’t think I knew, but I was well aware that scandalous bitch Charlene was back in town. She wasted no time dropping subliminals on Instagram then added a hashtag #SaintBitch4Life.

“Sahmeer, go home.”

I turned over and gave him my back. It had been almost a month, and I was about to be released. Imagine my surprise when I fainted and woke up to news I thought I’d never hear. All my life, I struggled with my menstrual cycle and was diagnosed with polycystic ovary syndrome, PCOS for short.

I checked off all the symptoms from irregular periods, even acne, and excess hair growth. The latter required a rigid skin care regimen, but a bitch was naturally a fanatic about self-care. My weight would fluctuate, but for the past year, I was at my smallest weighing 165 pounds at five foot six. Don’t get it twisted. A bitch was still fine, and Sahmeer loved every inch of me.

“Home is where you are, Gee.”

I pushed out an annoyed breath. Gee was like him calling me his homeboy, his brother. For a while, it was cool until I realized it was a mask to hide how he felt in front of Truth and Brick.

I sat up and adjusted my pillows. As soon as Harlem or Rowdy Red eased their fucking faces in my room, I was cursing them the hell out. Charlie could barely sit with me without those animals Sahmeer demanded keep watch at my door. What they didn’t know was my girl Teenie already brought me a gun. I knew who I was, and injured or not, I’d forever be a target. I was Truth Saint’s only sister, but I was also the daughter of a boss. Emric “Beast” Saint. The prison walls couldn’t stifle his reach, even though I knew he played the background as Truth took the reins of the Saint Riderz.

“Is home where you lay up and play with rumblers or better yet, jaded exes who don’t know their place?”

I was hurt. I pleaded with Sahmeer for years to be honest with Brick and definitely Truth. He would always come up with excuses. First, it was our age difference since he was seven years older than me. Alix was ten years younger than me, a baby when our mother died. To this day, I barely understood what happened the night our mother never came back home and Alix... Well, he was still in diapers. Truth and Brick did, though, and once they took over, I couldn’t dream of the day I could help them and keep the legacy alive.

Truth and Brick were against it and kept us away from most of it, but when Sahmeer came around, I’d learn bits and pieces. He always joked and played with us whenever he came over. It was no surprise when he became my first crush. Imagine that—Truth’s best friend.

He went from teasing me to showing up, taking me to school, even making store runs for feminine products. Said he was going to the store anyway, but I knew the real reason. He wanted me the same way I wanted him. It wasn’t until the day I turned twenty-one he acted on it.

“Here’s to you, Baby Gee.”

I groaned.

It was time he dropped the “baby” part. I was twenty-one, and like it or not, him, Truth, and Brick needed to stop babying me. I was three months shy of earning my bachelor’s degree in accounting and the one who ran all the books.

They could trust me with managing the entire Saint Riderz’ financial portfolio but they couldn’t trust me to know what I wanted or needed? Sure, I was rough around the edges. Who wouldn’t being the daughter of the MC president like Beast and then Truth?

“Drink up!” He lifted a shot glass of cedar wood whiskey. That was all Saint Riderz shit right there. We closed on a small brewery last year after years of doing that shit underground, and we kept our bar and restaurants fully stocked with it.

We clanked, and when I tossed one back, my eyes shut tightly as the warm liquor trickled down my throat. Before then, Truth’s bossy ass wouldn’t let me drink. He didn’t know that Sahmeer would slip me a drink every now and again.

“Whew!”

“Here’s to another year, Baby Gee.”

He had to be feeling good, too good when he bent over and quickly pecked my lips. My eyes stretched. My finger pressed against lips he’d just kissed. It happened so quickly I thought I’d imagined it.I hadn’t when he came close and leaned against my ear.

“Let’s take a ride. I want to show you something.”

“I’m not that twenty-one year old you poured cedar whiskey down into the back of my throat while finger fucking me under the moonlight.”

He smiled then licked his lips. I felt my pussy throb as I grunted with slitted eyes.

“I’m not.”

“I know you’re not. You’re so much more than what people think you are, Gee. Hell, I know that. You think I want this fucking life for you?”

He leaned forward and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“The fuck you think I would do had you died, huh? This shit’s killing me.”

His hand made its way to my throat, my heart racing as I gulped.

“Trust me. I’m ready to bury the bitch that touched what’s mine.”

I pushed him away or tried to, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Chucky can’t make you feel the way I make you feel, Gee. I’m allowing him to court you, pretend he’s your fucking man, and this is the exact reason. This shit is my fault.”

“It isn’t!” I sat up then grunted.

My ribs were still tender. My leg was in a brace after they removed the cast. The scratches and scabs on my face, chest, and shoulders were in the healing phase. The doctors said I’d have faint scars. Sahmeer pecked at them when I allowed him to. I hated that I couldn’t completely rid him from my system.

“Is it my baby, Gee? It’s about time though. I’m fucking close to forty.” He laughed, but like Truth and Brick, they didn’t look a day over twenty-five.

“Tell me, Baby Gee.” He kissed my lips and I mushed his fucking face.

I could tell him the truth since I knew, but then he’d only step up because of the baby, not because he wanted a life with me. If he did, he wouldn’t allow Truth to dictate what the fuck we did. I understood why he straddled the fence, but if I was prepared to deal with the aftermath, so should he. He only made matters worse when Charlene became his official girl. She was the front to throw Brick and Truth off, but at some point, he fell for her when I wouldn’t give in to his secret demands. Guilt, I suppose, helped him let me go, but the truth was, he never had, which was why I was full of this nigga’s baby.

“Sahmeer,” I whined as his thick tongue slid up my neck. He sucked my lower lip inside of his mouth and I groaned. “This is wrong.”

Rowdy Red or Harlem would never enter without a knock. Charlie either. Still, this was wrong. He had strays, those rumbler bitches, and Charlene was back. She was also the woman that so called had his heart the night I gave my virginity to him at twenty-one.

“Is it mine? Why you keeping shit from me, Gee?”

He pulled back and pressed his forehead against mine as tears skated down my face. I wanted to be an asshole because he didn’t need to know. As soon as I heard I was pregnant, there was no doubt in my mind I was keeping my baby. The paternity or whatever role the father would play wasn’t a factor.

“Shit, Gee.” He sat up and swiped each cheek. “Even if it ain’t, it is. The fuck Chucky Ducky gon’ do to keep you and our baby safe?”

“You’re delusional.” I scoffed, looking the other way.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide it forever. Charlie hadn’t touched me in months. He was always traveling, and when he came to town, he had meetings with the tax collector’s committee. I cleared my throat then slightly looked at him.

“It’s yours… Eight weeks.”

Silence filled the air, but it didn’t stop the huge grin that stretched across his face when I frowned.

“Sahmeer, this changes nothing.”

“Oh, this shit changes everything.”

He pulled the covers back and lifted up my hospital gown. His fingers skated over my stomach where he applied gentle kisses. I felt my body trembling as he celebrated the life growing inside of me until his hand slid between my legs.

“Sahmeer.” My voice cracked, but I didn’t move. “Shit.”

I huffed as he spread my lips and pushed two fingers inside.He looked up. His mouth opened as he coached me through it. I could smell my essence in the air and hear the slickness as he stroked my pussy with his fingers. No one could make me cum like he could—no one. I’d slept with my fair share of them over the years. Many I’d never reveal.

None were a Saint Rider though. I’d never do any disrespectful shit like that. That was a death sentence for a club member if I stooped so low. That shit was permissible for the rumblers. I wasn’t one of them. I was actually Mrs. Sahmeer Brighton, a secret we both agreed to take to the grave. At twenty-five, we flew out to Vegas where we threw caution to the wind. It was after one of his breakups with Charlene. I didn’t believe him when he said he was done, but when I called him out on it, he picked me up and off to Vegas we went.

We returned, and the moment Truth questioned us as to our whereabouts since we both went off the radar at the same time, the man I’d loved damn near most of my adulthood, looked at me and lied. He denied being with me and called it a coincidence. All that talk in Vegas was bullshit, and for the past three years, I gave him my ass to kiss along with pussy when I needed a good fuck.

“That’s it. This damn pussy is so greedy, Gee. My baby did that.”

I hated how my walls convulsed, but the sight of my milky cream over his digits pushed me over the edge. My stomach contracted when I came.

“Hell yeah. Just like daddy likes it.” He pulled out his fingers, smiled, and licked them clean.

“You’re coming to my shit when they let you out. I’ll handle Truth.”

“You’ll do what? See… I knew if I told you about the baby, you’d want to run shit. You had years to run shit, Sahmeer. It’s because of you our asses are still married, or did you forget?”

Anytime I served him, he’d put a gun to the head of the processor. I couldn’t believe how they bitched up and allowed him to bully them. It didn’t matter. I started living my best life, and the moment I saw rumblers all on his dick from the clubhouse to Saint Riderz events, was the day I threw this pussy to other motherfuckers. We’d been reckless over the years, but a baby was now involved.

“Not want to. I am. Rowdy Red’s coming in to pack your shit. I’ll speak with the doctor. That shit with going to Truth’s house is a wrap.” He roughly pecked my lips then turned his lip up when he looked at the table next to me. “Who sent you those?”

I looked over and shrugged. They were flowers that were brought in when I was sleep. The nurses came around all the time with cards and children singing to victims at the burn unit. I never questioned it since the vase was beautiful. The flowers needed to be tossed since they’d died. Hell a few floral arrangements had died but the vase that caught his eyes was the most beautiful one. Fuck what he was talking about. I was keeping it.

“Leave it. The fuck I look like allowing you to bring something home that nigga bought? I know you know it was him.”

“Sahmeer, leave.”

I pointed to the door as he flashed his infamous platinum bottom grill grin. My pussy twitched at the sight of my husband. He was tall, dark with wavy, satin-like hair, a full beard that tickled me when he kissed me and slanted, light brown eyes. His long eyelashes were a chef’s kiss along with his eyebrows. I couldn’t stand his ass, which meant our child would look just like him.

“Don’t matter. You’re coming home to me anyway, Mrs. Brighton.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

He hesitated then nodded. I knew him. He had plans to try to do some damage control, but I had to think for the both of us. Rowdy Red and Harlem answered to Truth. Sahmeer did too most days, but I could see the defiance in his eyes and hear it in his voice too. I wasn’t prepared for them to fall out. Besides, it was my baby, and if he never claimed it, so the fuck what?

I did have to end things with Charlie. It wouldn’t be fair to mislead him. Hopefully, we could remain friends. As for Sahmeer, we could coparent, because as soon as I was well, I was calling up Nadine, the Saint Riderz’s lawyer so she could draw up divorce papers again . Truth wouldn’t kill us then, and there’d be no need. The damage was done, but the beauty from it all rested inside of me.

“Sahmeer, fuck off. Please.”

“I love you too, Gee.” He flashed that smile, and I groaned. It angered me that I loved him so much but hated him too.