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I laugh. I can’t help it. He looks so disgruntled. “I’ll admit, your mum and sister sure know how to make people like them.”

My father is watching Sophie from across the room, where Dot has walked her over to the pool table. I narrow my eyes, recognizing that gleam of interest in his eyes. “Not a fucking chance, old man.”

My father doesn’t even give me a look. He walks away with my kid, but his eyes don’t stray far from Sophie.

“Well, that’s gonna be interesting. Good luck with that,” Danny slaps me on the back.

“Wait, she’s your sister. Help a guy out.”

“Nah…consider it payback for making my mum cry,” he heads off to join Emma, who quickly introduces him to Stacey and Jessie.

Gator and Hauler step up beside me and watch them.

“What are they even doing here? Not that I’m complaining.”

“Pres called the blond one. They didn’t even hesitate to come over. Your bandmates are on their way, too. Gotta warn you though, Moe was muttering about playing, so don’t be surprised if he rocks up with your drum kit in tow,” Hauler says.

“What about keeping the band and me separate from the club?”

“I think that ship has sailed. The band garnered a lot of interest, and the shooting only compounded that. There are pictures of you and Emma out there now. I’ve even seen some with you wearing your cut. It was only a matter of time. No point trying to put the genie back in the bottle.”

“Shit. Jameson can’t be happy.”

“You didn’t shoot yourself. We were the ones who pushed for the limelight. We can’t be pissed because there was blowback. We’ll figure it out. We always do. And your idea will still work. We need to nail down some of the details. But that shit is for church on Monday. For now, enjoy spending time with your family. You earned it. You both did.”

“Thanks, man.”

He nods and heads over to the bar, leaving me with Gator. “So, they’re both gay?”

I look towards Jessie and Stacey and nod. “Oh yeah.”

He sighs. “Figures. I need to get out more. Shit ‘round here is starting to feel stale.”

“Come hang at Shooters. I’ve got a lot of talent coming in for auditions. Just make sure you only fuck the ones I don’t sign. I really don’t need the headache.”

“Now that sounds like a plan.” He rubs his hands together as Emma stumbles over.

“Hey, Gator.”

“Em, looking good, darlin’.”

“Keep your eyes off my woman, asshole.”

“I don’t think I’m the one you need to worry about,” he mumbles before walking away. I frown, confused, catching Henny’s eye as he looks over. His gaze lingers on Emma for a fraction of a second too long before he looks away, making me wonder if that’s what Gator is referring to. Well, the fucker can look all he wants. He doesn’t stand a chance in hell with my girl.

I pull her into my arms. “How does it feel to be back?”

She lifts her arms and wraps them around my neck. “Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. It’s kinda where our story started, really.”

I dip my head and skim my nose down hers. “As I recall, it started before that. You became mine the second you let me slip my dick inside you. I was just too chicken shit to admit it.”

“We both were.”

I nod, my lips finding hers. I kiss her softly at first before I lose myself in her, not giving a single fuck we’re in a room full of people.

She pulls away first, gripping my cut as she looks up at me with lust-filled eyes. “How about you take me upstairs and remind me what happened that night? Some parts of it are a little hazy.”

I grin. “Is that right? Well, I live to serve you. You’re sure about this? It’s not too soon?”