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Understanding flashes in her eyes. “Girl,” she replies. Rowena hisses and clicks her tongue. From the corner of my eye, I watch as she flexes her hands. I know how she feels. I’d kill him all over again if I could. Fucking dickhead didn’t even name her.

“Okay, sweet girl,” I soothe, rubbing my hand over her back.

We’d give her a name. A strong one. Exhausted, I close my eyes. I can’t wait to get home and back to Honor.

Maverick disappears into the cockpit while Rowena takes the seat beside me. Before long, we’re in the air and heading home.

I’ll contact everyone once I’ve had some sleep. Send my thanks to all the clubs that helped us tonight.

Honor is waiting at the hangar with Axle when I arrive. Her eyes widen, then soften when she sees the little one in my arms, but that doesn’t stop her wrapping an arm around my waist, leaning into me, and lifting her lips to mine for a short, sweet kiss.

Honor turns to the little one in my arms and smiles. “Hello, sweet girl. Welcome home.”

Fuck, I love my Ol’ lady. No questions asked. No hesitation. Just welcome home.

Home.

The club had always been my home, but with Honor there. Now it was so much more.

CHAPTER 19

MAVERICK

Iyawn and take a sip of coffee, shifting in my chair to get comfortable. I’m feeling fucking old today. Yesterday had been fucking stressful. Not that I’d been in the thick of things: instead, I’d had to contend with rich douche bags. I’d rather have been out shooting something. I especially wish I’d been with Spook and Rowena, to make the fucker pay for what he did to that sweet girl.

On the upside, we all made it home. And for that, I was thankful. I hated losing men. And we’d lost a few good men over the years. Things had been relatively quiet, so I should have expected things to escalate at some point. Couldn’t live the life we did without some bullshit happening.

Today, though, we had a lot to be thankful for. Only two injuries that needed treatment. Petit with a broken arm, BB with a gash from a bullet, some bruises, and cracked ribs, but other than that, everyone was good. That’s what I’m focusing on.

The door opens, and the brothers come in, one by one, most looking as wrecked as I feel, all carrying cups of coffee.

Stout drops into his chair with a groan, rubbing at his ribs.

“Sorry, brother,” Petit mutters when he knocks into Mamba with his cast, as he awkwardly manoeuvres into his seat.

Fucking hell. We’re a mess, but at least we’re alive.

Spook’s the last one in. He closes and locks the door behind him, then collapses into his seat, scrubbing a hand over his face, exhaustion in every move before he takes a long drink of coffee.

Not sure if I’ve ever been in church when it was this quiet before.

Gently, I tap the pipe against the disc. “Church in session,” I say, before taking another sip of coffee and pushing to my feet.

“Wanted to tell you brothers, I’m fucking proud of you all. We did it! We obliterated Mulally’s entire organisation!”

I let that sink in for a beat.

“Mamba’s been monitoring chatter. Nobody knows who took Mulally’s organisation out. Just that it’s been completely wiped out. As we figured, there are already people moving to take it over.”

Lifting my mug to my lips, I drain it before studying the room. But none of the brothers have questions, so I continue.

“Now, does that mean they’re going to deal in skin? Who the fuck knows. We’ll monitor it, and if we have to, we step in.”

Sitting back down I turned to Spook, “You have any updates?”

“Fuck,” Spook mutters. “Yeah, I do. Rowena and I eliminated Mulally, but while we were there, we found something.”

Spook pauses, he’s still full of rage over what Mulally did to his own daughter. I think if he could, he’d resurrect the bastard, just so he could kill him all over again. He’s so caught in his head, that it takes him a minute to realise the brothers are waiting on him.