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It doesn’t look like it came from a jewelry store. It looks like it was pulled off a body in the middle of a crime scene. It’s dark. A little wrong.

Exactly right. Exactly me.

“Say yes, Omega. Make it official.”

I don't even pretend to hesitate. “Yes.”

Judge screams and jumps up and down like it’s Christmas morning and he’s just been adopted by a biker gang. Then Gears reaches behind him and grabs a box I didn’t even notice before. He opens it, and my mouth falls open.

Two leather jackets.

One in my size. One kid-sized.

Both have the Renegades logo across the back, stitched in blood-red thread.

And underneath?

Property of Gears, Arrow, Acid.

Gidge.

Judge.

Judge throws his on so fast I think he might pass out from excitement.

“This is so fucking cool.”

“Judge!” I snap, still clutching my jacket.

“Sorry, Mom,” he mumbles, but he’s grinning so hard I can see every tooth in his head.

I slide mine on and give it a spin, just to show off. It fits like it was made for me. Maybe it was.

“So damn sexy,” Gears growls, eyes dark.

“I want you in that and nothing else tonight,” Acid says.

“Ditto,” Arrow smirks.

I bite my bottom lip and smile like I just got away with murder. “Done.”

Because this? This is the life I didn’t even know I wanted. A pack. A kid. A future.

A home. And I’m claiming every damn inch of it.