Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Hawk nodded, too. “Fuck yeah. Like it. D will love it. So will Jag an’ maybe even Ace. Pretty sure Dex will vote yes on that motion, too.”
“Gotta get a meetin’ scheduled quick then, brothers. Gotta get Moose patched in ASAP. Hunter an’ Walker got a bead on Lily. She should be comin’ home soon. Need to get this shit movin’. Also need to find a place to live,” Dawg announced.
“For you? Or for the three of you?” Hawk asked, a brow cocked.
“Hopin’ it’s the three of us,” Dawg answered.
“Ace’s farm?” Crow suggested.
“Maybe. Not sure if I wanna live out in the country.”
“Not sure if Ace’s got anythin’ available, anyhow,” Z answered. “’Specially with Annie an’ Allie each takin’ up a cabin. Diamond an’ Slade shackin’ up in another. I think he’s got the rest rented.”
“Like I said, not sure if I wanna move out into the boonies. Not sure what Emma wants, either. She don’t know what I’m here talkin’ about. I’m sure she’ll want a say where her an’ Lily settle. Got cash for a house, but have a feelin’ it’s gonna go to fightin’ for Caitlin.”
Zak’s head spun toward him, his brows pinned together. “Who’s Caitlin?”
“Dawg’s daughter,” Hawk answered.
“What?” Z turned wide eyes to Dawg.
Dawg frowned at Hawk. “Guess Kiki told you.”
Hawk ran a hand over his short mohawk. “Yeah. Kiki don’t keep shit from me.”
Dawg grimaced. “Nothin’ like attorney-client privilege.”
Hawk gave him an answering frown, then growled, “If the club’s payin’ for it, then we’re all the client. Got me?”
Unfortunately, the man had a good point. “Yeah.”
“So Zeke ain’t the first kid to be the fourth generation,” Zak muttered, sounding a little disappointed.
“Fourth generation of the foundin’ members, but not fourth in the club itself. Sorry, Z,” Dawg said.
“How old is she?” Crow asked, leaning against the bar with his second cup of coffee.
“Fourteen.”
“Shit,” Z mumbled. “That’s a helluva long time to keep a secret from us.”
Hell, it was a long time for a secret to be kept from him. Dawg continued, “Wasn’t holdin’ out on you. Didn’t know ‘bout ‘er until recently.”
“An’ she wants to have visitation with you?” Z asked.
“Don’t know I’m her pop.”
“What the fuck!” Z exclaimed. “That’s some bullshit right there, brother.”
“Yeah,” Dawg agreed.
“Sure you wanna do that to her?” Hawk asked quietly.
The million-dollar question. Everybody asked it, so it made him wonder if pushing this was the right thing. His gut said it was, but everyone was making him question his motives.
“You sayin’ it’s better that I leave well enough alone?” Dawg asked.
Crow tilted his head and narrowed his dark eyes. “She blood?”
“Yeah.” Though he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure until they had the DNA results. And that might take a while since Kiki would have to file the paperwork and he was positive that Regan would fight it tooth and nail.
“Your blood. You claim her,” Crow said firmly. He grabbed Dawg’s shoulder and shook it, then he clapped him on the back. “Got me, brother?”
“Yeah, brother, got you.”
Hawk shifted. “Not sure if I agree with that.”
“Ain’t your blood,” Crow told him. “If it was, you’d think differently.”
“Right,” Hawk grunted, but still didn’t look convinced. However, Dawg had known Hawk for what seemed like forever. And he knew that man would fight for his kid if he found out he had one out there somewhere. Most likely most of his brothers would. Family was serious shit to them.
“Speakin’ of kids an’ shit...You get to warn Linc?” Dawg asked Hawk.
“’Bout what?” Z asked.
“Guess you havin’ Zeke stoked a fire inside your baby sister, Z,” Dawg said.
“Yeah. And?”
“Kiki thought it’d be a good idea to warn Linc to be... cautious,” Hawk answered.
“Of what?” Z asked, clearly confused.
Hawk rolled his eyes. “Of your fuckin’ sister,” he barked at Z.
Z’s spine straightened and his blue eyes narrowed. “They fuckin’?”
Dawg shrugged. “Not that I know of. But you’ve seen ‘em eyeballin’ each other. Talkin’ close.”
“Here’s the thing...” Hawk began. “What I’m gonna tell you don’t go past here. Got me? It’s early yet, but it’s not goin’ to help Jayde’s baby fever or whatever Keeks fuckin’ calls it.”
Then the man just stopped talking. And a few seconds later, it seemed to hit them all at once.
Z groaned, “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Hawk grunted.
The club’s president slammed his hand on the bar. “Ivy was supposed to be next. Just lost a fuckin’ Benjamin on that bet.”
Hawk snorted. “Yeah, maybe Jag’s gettin’ it in the wrong hole or somethin’. Dunno. But Ivy ain’t next.”
“Shouldn’t we be celebratin’?” Crow asked.
“Fuck yeah. But don’t tell Keeks I told you. She’s hornier than ever, so ain’t gonna end up in the dog house ‘cause of you fuckers runnin’ your traps.”
“Fuck. This club’s gonna turn into a fuckin’ daycare,” Dawg muttered.
Crow slapped Dawg’s back. “Ain’t a bad thing, brother. Bringin’ new life into this club, into this family. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. Ensures the DAMC will live on.”