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"Call if you need me." He stepped over and kissed the top of Tyr's head. "Be good, son."

"Pa pa pa pa." Tyr slapped his hands down on the tray in front of him and tipped over the sippy cup.

He righted the milk and went to the closet to gather his duffle, emptying everything but the pistol and ammunition that he would carry on him once he got to the clubhouse. All hell could break loose intercepting Lagsturns Motorcycle Club, and he'd need to be prepared.

Hopefully, the information they'd received was true. Slag needed to fill the shipment to Norway and time was running out.

Coco caught him one more time before he stepped out the door and kissed him. "I'm serious. Be careful."

"Nothing to worry about." He patted her ass. "You be good, too."

"Oh, always." She rolled her eyes.

"Ja," he whispered. "You're good."

She grinned. "Don't you forget it, mister."

"I won't, Collette Lewis." He chuckled, leaving the house.

Nobody called her by her full name. She was Coco to everyone who knew her. But he wasn't everyone.

The lock clicked behind him, and he left knowing Coco was securely inside with his son.