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He did have a good reason.

I knew the story. Blade had grown up with Beck, here in Diamond Creek. His family had been in WITSEC. When Blade was fifteen, he’d ‘died’ because the mob his family were hiding from found them and they had to relocate.

Beck moved back to Diamond Creek a few months ago. Blade had returned from the dead and was living here with the club. He didn’t tell her who he was until she found out by accident in a very public display at The Diner where I worked.

I got it; I did. He wanted to keep her safe, just like I wanted to keep Charlie safe. Beck was right. What I did wasn’t that different from what he did.

“You don’t think she had a good fucking reason?”

“SHE IS FUCKING MARRIED!” Blade bellowed, throwing his hands in the air.

Ok, so maybe what I did was a little different.

I closed my eyes. They all know. I knew that. And they knew why.

It still didn’t make me feel any less shame.

“I don’t fucking care. You don’t vote against your best fucking friend. That isn’t loyalty!” Beck growled.

“You tell him!” Romeo yelled.

“Fuck off, Rome,” Blade snapped, then grinned at Beck. “You know, I liked it better when you used ridiculous words instead ofswearing. Hearing you say fuck might be hot in the bedroom, but I don’t like it one fucking bit when you’re yelling at me.”

“Ok, enough.” King stood from his chair. “We don’t need to hear anything about what you get up to in your fucking bedroom.”

The brothers around the room laughed.

Jack cleared his throat, and every head in the room turned to us.

Chapter Thirteen

Jack

I cleared my throat, and every head in the room turned to us.

“Shit. Samantha, I’m sorry.” Beck ran over and pulled Sammy into a hug. “I’m not sorry I yelled at Micah, but I am sorry you had to hear it.”

“It’s ok,” Sammy murmured.

“No, it’s not. I just found out what happened in church.”

“Because Tank can’t keep his fucking mouth shut. You didn’t question his fucking loyalty,” Blade snarked from the other side of the room.

“Shut it, asshole! Or you’ll be sleeping here tonight,” Beck threw back.

“Let’s get some breakfast.” I picked up Charlie and walked to the table filled with food that sat along the wall. Hash and the club girls worked hard every morning and evening to make sure we all ate well. For lunch, you were on your own.

Sammy followed quietly behind me.

I held Charlie’s plate while Sammy filled it. Once both my girls had plates filled with food, I walked them over to sit down with Cash and Rachel.

“Good morning, Charlie,” Rachel greeted my daughter first.

She was always the first to smooth things over. That was just one thing that made her perfect for Cash, and the perfect head old lady, until King settled down.

If he ever did.

I quickly made a plate for myself and returned to my family. Sensing the tension in the room, I realized I had to say something.