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“You!” He pointed at Mac. “Church. Now!” Then he turned his focus on me. “You and I will talk about this later.”

Viking had never talked to me like that before, and I was pissed. But before I could say anything, Viking had already turned around to leave, the front door slamming behind him.

“Mac?” I needed reassurance from him that everything was going to be okay.

Instead, he said, “I’ve got to go,” as he put his shirt and cut back on.

“So, Viking says jump, and you just do what he says? You didn’t say anything while he yelled at us!” Not only had my father just treated me like I was a teenager getting caught in her parents’ house, but Mac hadn’t defended us at all.

“Don’t do that! He’s my president. If he tells me to get my ass to church, I do it. But don’t think for one minute I won’t fight for you.” He raked his hand through his hair. “You have to look at it from his side. He just walked in and found his daughter, one he just started a relationship with, naked with one of his brothers. He knows my history. If I were him, I would have reacted the same way, probably worse.”

I continued to sit on my couch, the blanket wrapped around me tightly. Mac was right, but I was still upset. This wasn’t the way I wanted Viking to find out about us.

Mac walked over and kissed me on the top of my head. “I’ll be back as soon as I’m done. Don’t worry, baby. Everything will be fine.”

I wanted to believe him, but what if it was all about to end, just when things were starting to get good. However, one of the things I’d been learning about the club was rubbing off on me: I had to fight for what I wanted. And I was going to fight for Mac, and I’d do whatever it took to make it right with my father.