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“Run.”

I wasn’t stupid.

I didn’t have to be told twice.

I ran as if my life depended on it.

Because it did.

Chapter Twelve

Gunner

I was a dead man.

I knew my wicked, womanizing dick would get me into trouble one of these days. Just never thought it would be this much trouble. I mean, I get it. I did the deed, planted the seed and fuck me sideways and twice on Sunday. The motherfucker took root!

Okay. So, I didn’t know if it did or not, but considering my luck in the last forty-eight hours, I was betting on the obvious. I didn’t need a stupid test to tell me what my gut already knew.

One: Sarah was pregnant with my kid.

Two: Mike was cleaning his sniper rifle,

And three: King was going to castrate me.

Without thinking, I headed straight for the clubhouse.

I needed to warn King.

If I could get to him before Mike did, maybe, just maybe, my brother wouldn’t cut my dick off before nailing it to a fucking tree and using it for target practice.

God, I hope he didn’t do that.

Pulling into the compound, my bike skidded to a stop as I quickly cut the engine and ran inside.

“Where’s the fire, Gunner?” Priest said, sitting at the bar drinking a beer.

“Can’t talk. Gotta talk to King.”

“Your funeral,” he muttered, turning back around as I rushed past him.

If he only knew how true that statement was.

For all I knew, today was my last day on earth.

I had a good run.

Thirty-eight years on this glorious earth.

I saw lots of places. Met loads of people. I scratched my itch many times. I had a full life. I couldn’t complain. Did more than most.

Sighing, I stood before my brother’s office door and took a deep breath. It was now or never.

Knocking on his office door, I opened it to find him sitting at his desk going over papers. “King. Got a minute?”

“Sure,” he said, waving me in. “What’s up?”

I closed the door behind me and sat, taking a few minutes to gather myself before I told my brother about the grave I dug for myself and silently praying that his phone didn’t ring before I could tell him. All I had to do was spit it out.