Barely there, one of the clubwhores, a new one that’s been hanging around for about a month now, steps in my way. “Hey, Dagger,” she purrs, brushing a hand along my chest. “I haven’t seen much of you lately.”
“Busy,” I grunt and keep going.
“How about we go and play some?” she suggests, batting her eyelashes. That shit doesn’t work on me. I don’t even remember what her name is.
“Not interested,” I tell her, shrugging her off completely as I pass. Behind me, I hear her huff of annoyance, but I don’t give it a thought. I haven’t been with any of the clubwhores since that night with Katrina. None of them appeal to me, and I know why. They don’t compare in any way to Katrina.
The sounds they make are bullshit to the real ones I’ve heard from my woman.
My woman, that’s exactly what Kat is. Doesn’t matter that we haven’t fucked again since she re-entered my life.
Outside, I pull my phone out of my pocket and find a text from Katrina waiting for me. I grin as I open it up.
Katrina:You don’t have to come to my appointment if you don’t want to. I’m fine to go without you.
I shake my head and type out a message of my own.
Me:Baby, you ain’t keeping me away. Meet you there soon.
No way was I missing this appointment or any others if I could help it.
For the most part, the drama has been free and clear for the club, but there was still a traitor that we have to find andhaven’t figured out who William Burnt is. All we know is that he’s an associate of the club, and that’s it. Cy’s been looking into him and even brought Keys, Gadget, Vulture, and Tic into the search for this man. So far, no one has been able to figure out who the hell the man is. The name doesn’t exist on any forms of documentation, and they haven’t found anything elsewhere. It’s like this William Burnt was nothing more than a ghost name to rattle the club. To throw us off.
Shoving the thought away, I swing my leg over and straddle my bike. Right now, my focus needs to be on Katrina. Her and the baby. Not to mention I needed to have a talk with her about the fact that not just her dad but her brother wants to meet her. It’s going to have to be a conversation that happens soon.
Very soon.
The last thing I need is for Boxer and Grinder to show up without her knowing who the hell they are and freaking her the fuck out. Or worse, causing her to close down on me. Which is something I refuse to allow to happen.
CHAPTER SIX
Katrina
“We need to talk,” Dagger announces the moment we step into my little house. A house that he’s spent every night in for weeks now. A house that has been my home for years now, a place that has been a sacred space for me since I first came to town and moved in.
“About what?” I drop my bag, not looking in his direction. Instead, I head straight for the kitchen to get myself a bottle of water out of the fridge. As much as I’d love to have a Coke or sweet tea, I’ve been doing my best to stick to water. I didn’t want to drink a lot of caffeinated drinks. I even cut my coffee down to one cup a day.
“Got some things we need to discuss,” he says, coming behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle, his hands resting over my very tiny bump. If you didn’t know me, you wouldn’t think anything of it, but I could tell, and Dagger could too. With the way he keeps touching my stomach, it’s completely obvious.
“Okay, then talk,” I say, turning in his arms, tilting my head back, and looking him in the eye.
“Let’s move to the couch and talk there,” he suggests, dropping his arms and taking my hand.
“Now I’m nervous,” I blurt quietly, more to myself than him.
“Nothing to be nervous about.” The softness in his voice eases some of the unnerving feelings trying to take root.
We’d just gotten back from my doctor’s appointment, where the doctor did another ultrasound so we could see the baby again. It’s still a little early to see the sex of the baby, but honestly, I didn’t want to know. I was perfectly fine not knowing until the day he or she gets here. I didn’t need or want some big gender reveal. There was no need for any of that. Not when it didn’t matter what the sex of my baby ends up being. He or she is going to be well loved that’s all that’s needed.
Together, we sit on the couch, my back resting against the arm of it, my legs up in Dagger’s lap, his hands running along my bare legs. With the temperatures being so warm, I went with athletic shorts and an oversized T-shirt with Crocs on my feet. Totally when for the ‘I’m comfy, and I don’t care how I look today.
“So, what is it we need to discuss?” I ask, watching his features closely.
Dagger brings his gaze to mine as he shifts ever so slightly, eyes penetrating mine.
“When you came to the clubhouse to tell me about the baby, I had Cy, one of my brothers, look into you.”
I stiffen at his words, not liking that he had someone do this. It’s a total invasion of my privacy.
