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She rolls her eyes again before standing up and heading outside. The guys slowly start filtering in and out as they cook the food but Lucas stays by my side, talking to me and playing with Brooklyn.
“So, I have a question,” I prompt and he nods.
“Shoot.”
“The names - Kodiak, Storm, Moose… that’s not their real names, correct?”
He laughs and nods. “Right. Those are road names.”
“And why don’t you have a road name?”
“Uh,” he murmurs. “Smith is my road name, babe. My real last name is Julette but when I joined the club, I wanted to be anonymous, you know? I didn’t want my father’s sins following me around so Blaze called me Smith. But if anyone else asks, they think Smith is my real last name.”
“Why not tell them?”
He shrugs. “Because I guess in a way, I’ve become Smith. That’s the man I want to be and I’ve even looked into changing my name legally a few times.”
“But you haven’t?”
“I didn’t want Clay to feel like I was abandoning him.”
I offer him a soft smile as I cup his face in my hand. “Don’t ever think that you’re anything other than a damn good man, Lucas Smith.”
He leans in and presses his lips to mine as he runs his fingers through my hair. When he pulls away, he licks his lips and hums.
“I kinda wish we were at home right now.”
I nod, leaning in. “Me, too.”
Our lips meet again and he groans quietly as he grips the back of my neck.
“Smith!” someone yells and he jerks away from me, glancing over his shoulder as Kodiak waves him over. He sighs and kisses my forehead.
“Give me a second.”
I nod. “Sure.”
I watch him as he walks across the room and talks to Kodiak. Tate sinks into the seat across from me and I smile at her before turning back to look at him. A young man with dirty blond hair steps out of the back hallway and my stomach rolls as my entire body begins to shake. He glances in our direction and everything in me is screaming to run.
“Wh-Who is Lucas talking to?” I whisper, barely able to force the words out. Tate glances over at them before turning back to me with a scowl.
“His brother Clay. Why?”
My heart hammers relentlessly in my ears and I struggle to breathe as my mind goes blank.
No.
No.
No.
This can’t be happening.
“Hey, are you okay?” Tate asks, reaching out and touching my arm. I jump and tears well up in my eyes as I look at her.
“I need you to get me out of here,” I rasp and her scowl deepens.
“What’s go…”
