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And a daughter we named Annabelle.

Alexander

I looked in my rearview mirror, memorized every single inch of her, and then I lifted my foot off the brake and pressed down on the gas pedal.

Another one of my mistakes.

Chapter 12

Ripper

Age 20

Five Hours Later

I stopped my truck in front of the clubhouse for the Pinewood Lake Chapter of Wrath MC.

It was far enough away from the bad shit.

But it was close enough to get to her.

And I needed that closeness.

More than I cared to admit.

Even more than I was willing to allow.

And that was another one of my fuck-ups.

I sighed, then really took the building in.

It looked like an older converted warehouse of sorts, done in faded gunmetal gray.

It had two levels, from what I could see.

Right above a set of doors hung the Wrath MC logo, withPinewood Lakeblazoned right below it.

And in the center was Lucifer.

I couldn’t wait to be a part of something where someone would always have my back, yeah, I guess you could say that I would have had that with Cotton and the brothers that make up the Mountain of Clearwater chapter. But something about this club, this place, it just - clicked.

I climbed out of my truck, closed the door, then grabbed my duffel bag and made my way to the doors.

Once I made it inside, I headed to the bar, and the woman who was standing in front of it.

I didn’t let my eyes take her in.

‘Cause nothing and no one held a candle to Creedence.

Inwardly, I rolled my eyes.

Creedence owned me. Body. Heart. Soul.

“Well, hey there, sugar. How can I help you?” she asked in a sweet tone.

“Looking for Storm,” I said in a deadpan tone.

She actually fucking pouted.

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