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“Wait, a damn minute!” I scoffed, seeing Pyro walking by. Pointing at him, I stated. “Pyro doesn’t have any training either, asshole. Why does he get to go?”

“Because I don’t have a pregnant woman asleep upstairs,” my annoying little brother muttered, popping his damn gum as he flipped me the one finger bird before slinging a bag over his shoulder.

I didn’t know who was worse. King and his lording ways or Pyro and his don’t give a fuck attitude. What I knew was that I wasn’t staying here and doing nothing while my brothers took care of business.

“Gunner, look,” King sighed. “You have every right to go. I agree, but I need you to dig deep in that brain of yours and use that one fucking brain cell you have to understand. If something were to happen to you, then where would Sarah be? She needs you more than we do. You need to think like a father.”

“But the kid ain’t here yet!”

Before I could blink, Mike got in my face. “You are staying here with my daughter. Understood?”

I gulped, nodding my head vigorously. “Yes, Sir.”

Taking a few steps back, Mike turned to King. “It’s all in the delivery, man. Gotta be firm with him. Leave no room for discussion.”

King chuckled as he and Mike walked off. “You sure you don’t want to patch into the club, Mike? Could use a man like you around. It’s not easy babysitting this bunch.”

“Nah... Beth keeps me busy enough.”

What the hell just happened?

I wasn’t some damn kid anymore. I was a grown ass man. I understood Sarah needed me but she was safe here at the club. No one would fuck with her if I left her here. Then there was Bailey and Jess. I felt for any man who chose to fuck with those two women.

Chapter Nineteen

Sarah

“How ya feeling, honey?” Jess asked.

I huffed.

It had been two days since King, my father and a few of the Sons of Hell took off to do whatever. Since then, Gunner had been in a fucking mood. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was his time of the month. Everything aggravated him, but it was his sulking that got on my nerves. To make matters worse, I felt like dog shit. My whole body hurt. My fucking hair hurt! How that was possible I didn’t know, but I was exhausted, tired and all I wanted to do was sleep. It was like someone flipped a switch inside my body. One minute, I had all the energy in the world. The next someone zapped me and all I felt like was a gigantic pile of goo.

The bell to my mom’s shop dinged, letting me know someone walked in. “We’re closed,” I moaned from the table I’d been laying my head on for the last thirty minutes.

When I woke up this morning, I felt off.

Sick, but not. I had no energy. None.

All I wanted to do was crawl back into bed.

“Hey, babe,” Jess said. “What are you doing here?”

Looking up, I spotted a big man with tattoos running up and down his tree trunks of arms. Holy shit, the man was fucking huge. I watched as the big man bent down and kissed Jess’s upturned face before picking her up and sitting, placing her in his lap.

“Looking for King.”

“He’s out of town,” Jess frowned, then asked. “Why do you need him?”

The big man sat, shook his head. “You know when he’s due back?”

“No. But Gunner is holding down the fort. Maybe he can help.”

The man huffed. “Ain’t asking that asshole for shit. I’ll wait till King gets back.”

“Sarah, this is my man, Savage. He’s a brother with the Golden Skulls M.C. in Tennessee.”

Faking a smile, I muttered, “Hello.”