I was looking at the notes that Charleigh had made about upcoming appearances that Bernice planned on making when I got an idea.
It was crazy, and quite frankly nuts.
But it seemed perfect.
I mean, what were the odds that an appearance that Bernice planned on making lined up with an interview that Great Dane’s wanted me to attend with the big bosses in the same stinkin’ city?
Honestly, it seemed like fate to me.
I just hoped that I wasn’t making a crazy mistake.
Oh, and Creed wouldn’t hate me when he found out.
Ten
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—You decide
Creed
“She’s not home.”
I looked over to find Boone, one of the Dixie Wardens who lived on the same street as Birdee, staring at me thoughtfully.
“Where is she?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Some guy in a fancy Tesla came to pick her up. She had a suitcase.”
Immediate disappointment assaulted me. “Damn.”
I’d been avoiding her hard the last few days, and I shouldn’t have.
She’d done nothing wrong.
It was me who’d stayed away for my own stupid reasons.
The shock of finding out that my sister was pregnant, and I couldn’t be a part of my niece or nephew’s life, had hit hard.
I was so fuckin’ lost in my own damn brain that I’d even missed a couple of meetings at the clubhouse that were mandatory.
“You got somethin’ going on you need to talk about?” he asked.
I scrubbed at my face with my hands, cursing the way that my life had been laid out for me.
“My sister is pregnant.”
Boone sighed. “You’re going to have to figure something out there.”
The Dixie Wardens, as well as the men that’d followed me here, all knew about my sister. We all knew about each other’s shit.
It wasn’t something that we could’ve hidden.
The president, Denver, had asked for it all. The club had taken a vote on everything—because no way was he allowing people he didn’t trust one hundred percent completely into his and his club’s life—and they’d agreed to allow us to come.
But that meant that they all knew my every transgression. My every failure in life.
And Bernice was definitely one of my biggest failures.
