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“Yeah, they’re gonna fit right in.”
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Lick
Ipull up to the club in the Range Rover with Danny and Sophie following behind in their car. I signal to the prospect to allow them in before pulling into an empty spot.
“You ready for this?” It’s the first time she’s been back since I fucked up with Natalia. I hope to hell this doesn’t set us back, especially after everything that’s already happened today. I look over to get a read on how she’s feeling.
“Yeah. I know I’ve seen most of the guys since…everything, but I didn’t think I’d ever come back here.”
“We still don’t have to. We can turn right around and head home if you want to.”
“No, I’m ready.”
I lift her hand and kiss the back of it before climbing out. I move around to the back and pull my cut from the back seat before slipping it on. I unclip Kendrick from his car seat and hold him to my chest, before grabbing his bag with the other and closing the door with my hip.
Emma is standing there waiting for me. “Want me to take the bag?”
“No, I’ve got it.”
I wait for Danny and Sophie to walk over before we head in.
“I’ve driven past this place a dozen times. I had no idea it was a motorcycle club.” Danny admits.
“That’s the point. Less trouble that way.”
He nods but doesn’t say anything else. He grabs the door and holds it open for us to enter as Sophie slips her arm through her mum’s.
“Whoa. This place is huge,” she says as we step into the main room. A large cheer goes up, startling Kendrick. But he quickly settles down once more.
“Give him here,” my father says, appearing from thin air, stealing my son and his bag from me.
“Hey, Dad, nice to see you too.”
He waves me off. “Yeah, yeah. Hey, honey.” He grins when he spots Emma, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “And who is this beautiful woman?” he asks, eying Sophie.
“Knuckles, this is my daughter Sophie, and that’s my son Danny. Danny and Soph, this is Knuckles, Lick’s dad, and the president of the Royal Bastards MC.”
“Damn, Mum. You didn’t tell me Lick’s dad was hot,” Sophie says from the side of her mouth, not even bothering to lower her voice.
“Kill me now.” Emma slaps her forehead, but my father looks like the cat who’s got the cream.
Dot walks over, pulling Emma into a hug, lifting her clean off her feet before placing her back down. His eyes widen when he looks at Sophie. “There are two of you?”
“My daughter Sophie. Sophie, this is Dot. He’s my bestie.”
“We’ll, that’s just rude,” a female voice sounds from behind us.
Emma spins around and squeals before she throws herself into Stacey’s arms as Jessie watches on from beside her with a huge smile.
“Looks like you’ve got some competition, big man,” Sophie says to Dot, who looks down at her with interest.
“You need a best friend?”
She beams up at him before slipping her smaller hand into his. “Not anymore.”
“I’m gonna be grey by the time I’m thirty at this rate,” Danny says, moving next to me.
