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“Goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says against my chest.

Tomorrow is the day she finally gets to see what kind of world I come from, and I’m nervous as fuck.

“You get everything sorted with baby mama?” Cyrus asks as I walk into the clubhouse.

“It’s handled.” I walk around the bar to grab a beer and pop it open.

“Good, good.” Cyrus nods his head before smirking. “That dude she was with tried so hard to look tough with you. We were all taking bets on when he would piss himself. I’m a little bummed it didn’t happen.”

“He was a fucking tool,” I mutter before taking a swig.

“We all thought you were going to knock his ass out right at the table,” Scotch says as he takes a seat at the rail.

“He was one smart-ass comment away from me dragging his ass out of there by his gelled hair. How’d the rest of the meeting go? Sorry I didn’t come back.”

“I don’t think any of us expected you to come back, brother.” Scotch smirks. “At least not with that sweet piece.”

“She’s something,” I mutter, taking another swig.

“As far as the meeting goes, there wasn’t much more to it. Adduci said he’s going to do some digging to see where Rail is doing business around the city. Either someone is crossing him, or Rail is just a fucking idiot and is thinking he can get away with doing it behind everyone’s back.”

“Which is very fucking possible.” I haven’t spent a lot of time with Rail, but I’ve met the dude enough times to gather that there isn’t a whole lot going on upstairs.

Scotch and Cyrus nod their heads in agreement.

“So basically, we’re waiting on what Adduci finds, and we’ll go from there. But I’d say whatever the outcome is, Cyrus is going to get his licks in.”

Cyrus does a little skip around the bar as he claps his hands. “I can’t fucking wait. It’s only right for Levi to learn from the best.”

I roll my eyes. “Or you’re going to fuck him up for the rest of his life. Maybe save some tricks for later.”

“She still coming tomorrow?” Cyrus asks, ignoring me and changing the subject.

“Yeah.”

“I can’t wait.” A slow smile spreads across Cyrus’ face.

“I swear to God if you do any weird or creepy shit I’m knocking your ass out,” I tell him, giving him a deadpan expression.

“Yo!” Ink yells as he saunters into the room looking right at me with a blushing Sutton following close behind. “The next time you feel like pullin’ off to bang a bitch in my alley, make sure to cover your fuckin’ ass. I almost threw the fuck up when I got an alert that someone was by the back door and I opened the camera to see your white fuckin’ ass. Sutton had to see that shit too, man. Probably won’t be able to sleep tonight because she won’t be able to get that hairy thing out of her head.”

Sutton’s cheeks grow redder and redder with every word Ink says. I don’t think she’ll ever lose that innocent air about her, but it’s her.

Cyrus’s loud laugh booms over the music playing. “Your ass is hairy as fuck. Wax that shit.”

“I’m sure you’ll fuck it out of her head,” I tell Ink before turning to Cyrus. “And I’m not waxing my fucking ass.”

As long as Ink didn’t see Aisling’s ass, I don’t give a fuck about mine.

“Breakin’ in the stang?” Cyrus asks me in a singsong voice.

I down the rest of my beer before tossing the bottle into the bin. “I’m going to bed.”

I have too much riding on tomorrow to let them fuck with my head.

I wake up at the ass crack of dawn, nervous as fuck.

I didn’t crash until about 3:00 a.m. this morning, but I feel wired as fuck. I’ve never been so nervous in my goddamn life, but when it comes to Aisling, I have too much on the line to fuck up.