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And underneath his kutte was a bright pink shirt with the word Barbie in bright white letters.

Damn, but I loved this man.

Loved him with everything in me.

But the reason I loved him even more?

That was because the moment we walked up the stairs, and in the three rows at the back sat every single member of Zagan MC. All were wearing the same shirt as Asher.

And yes, even Rome, but we were missing one person... Creature.

In the next letter, I wrote to him... I would just have to tell him all about this night.

I knew he wouldn’t laugh... but... I had a feeling that some information about a certain young lady might make him smile.

Maybe.

***

Things over the past five years haven’t changed too much.

Hanna and Kayla were still club girls.

Sutton owned Irish’s heart, and their girl Maisie was a force to be reckoned with.

Flo... well... she left, however, what none of us realized, and something we definitely should have was that Flo wasn’t going to go after any of the taken members.

No, she was going after one member in particular.

And god help her because this time, she had bitten off more than she could chew.

And she did that by going after the one being that has owned Creature’s heart.

Another woman vying for a brother’s heart was Leighton. The same woman who had tried her best to help me in that diner on that fateful day.

Rome... well... he was still a brother of the club, but he was technically a nomad. Because his woman was at a college in another MC’s territory.

As for Stella... well... she had needed a break after Kyrian’s wife, being the epic bitch she was, took her son to Stella so she could cut his hair.

She had gone to visit another club.

And... well... she did what most women would do.

She got underneath another man in hopes of getting over Kyrian.

Asher

Two Years Later

I had half a mind to dig up that fucker’s grave and beat the shit out of him.

However, the moment I held that little bundle in my arms and saw the tired smile on my daughter’s face, I knew I wouldn’t do it.

Because it would upset her.

And there was nothing I would ever do that would cause her to be upset.

It had ripped my heart out when my baby girl, my firstborn born, had gotten the call that the father of her baby had been gunned down in a drive-by shooting from a rival club.