“The Syndicate won’t hit the club first,” he continued. “They’ll hit individual members and will probably start with those who were closest to Savage.”
Chloe crossed her arms tightly over herself. “You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s true,” Vengeance growled.
“She doesn’t leave this clubhouse alone anymore,” Bowie said flatly to his guys.
“That’ll help,” Vengeance grumbled.
Bowie barked a harsh laugh. “What, you don’t think that hiding my daughter in the clubhouse will help to keep her safe?”
“No,” Vengeance answered honestly. “But it’ll keep her breathing for the time being.”
That nearly started a fight. One biker surged forward instantly. “Watch your fucking mouth?—”
“Enough,” Bowie snapped. The room fell silent again. Vengeance respected him for that alone. Most clubs lost their damn minds when emotions got high, but Bowie still had control of Savage Hell.
“What do they want?” Bowie finally asked.
“Territory, access, money. Savage kept Huntsville locked down for years. Now they think there’s weakness here. They want everything the Bastards own,” Vengeance said.
“There isn’t weakness here,” Bowie growled.
“I know that,” Vengeance said, “but they don’t.”
Chloe suddenly spoke up beside him. “Why do I feel like you’re leaving something out?” His eyes slid to hers. She was a smart girl—too smart, because there was something he hadn’t told them yet. It was something that was going to make this entire situation infinitely worse. The Syndicate didn’t just want Savage Hell; they wanted Chloe specifically, and judging by the contract Vengeance had seen with her picture attached to it, they wanted her alive for a reason.
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JONNAS
Jonnas Black was a player. He didn’t mind when women called him that, and he certainly didn’t deny it. He had learned a long time ago to embrace who he was—for better or worse. But the woman standing in front of him, holding a pregnancy test and telling him that the baby was his, was about to change his status. He didn’t know too many dads in their forties who he’d consider to be players. Maybe his playing days were over. Or maybe the woman was just looking for someone to pin her kid on, and he just happened to be a good fit.
He didn’t remember sleeping with her, but that didn’t mean anything. He had slept with countless women whom he didn’t remember the next day. That’s why he didn’t date anyone at the hospital where he worked. As a hospital administrator, HR frowned upon him dating the nurses and doctors who worked there. And he learned a long time ago that he shouldn’t shit where he ate—as vulgar as that sounded.
But he fucked up, and sleeping with Dani Hart had proven that to him. She was a newer nurse at the hospital, way too young for him, and now was claiming to be pregnant with his baby.
Dani stood in his office, clutching a plastic stick in her hand like it was a loaded gun. Two pink lines stared back at him, screaming the words, "You fucked up!” He looked at the test as though it had hurt him in some way—cutting him deep.
“How do you know that I’m the father?” he asked. It was one of the first things he said to her besides, “Hello,” since she stepped into his office.
“Are you accusing me of lying about this, Jonnas? I came here to let you know, out of courtesy, that you’re going to be a father, and that’s what you have to say to me? Hell, do you even remember who I am, or was I just another notch in your bedpost?” That stung, but the truth usually did.
“Of course I remember you, Dani,” he said, using her name as though proving his point. Her name was about the only thing he remembered about their night together. Well, that and the fact that they were both drunk. Not a good way to start off being parents together, but that was never the goal.
“I wore a condom,” he said, more to himself than to her. “I had to have worn a condom. I’m always careful.”
“Yeah, well, I was too drunk to notice if you wore one or not, and you weren’t in much better shape. If you did wear one, they aren’t foolproof,” she reminded.
Dani stared him down as he tried to think back to their night together, as though remembering would give him the answers that he needed. She looked pissed, and he couldn’t blame her. She was a newer nurse—bright-eyed, eager, and far too young for him. He’d told himself it was a one-time lapse in judgment. They had one drink too many at a hospital mixer. He had one moment of weakness and made one giant mistake, apparently, because now that mistake had a heartbeat.
“This isn’t a joke,” she said, her voice tight as she stared at him. “I took three tests, and for the record—you’re the only manthat I’ve been with this year, so yeah, I’m positive that you’re the father, asshole.”
Jonnas winced as he leaned back against his desk. He deserved every nasty name that she could think of calling him. He sat there, trying to wrap his mind around the idea that his carefully controlled world had just been detonated. “You’re sure it’s mine?” he asked again, as though the first few times that she had said that to him still hadn’t sunk into his skull.
Her eyes flashed. “You were the only man I was with all fucking year. Are you even listening to me, Jonnas?” Her words hit him harder than he expected as they finally began to make sense to him.
