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“Listen, I just want you there. It’s secure, the gate, its better.” I run my hand through my hair. “I don’t like you sleeping on the pull out, okay?” I’m hoping she’ll buy that lie.

“Yo, Sin, you here?” Lick’s voice comes barreling into my mother’s house as he walks through the front door. “Why the fuck is the front door unlocked when we got shit going down?” Savannah gasps as she takes in his words. Shit.

“What does he mean?” She asks.

“What I mean,” Lick answers before I get a chance. He enters the hallway where we’re standing. “Is that your boyfriend has called in some favors in regards to you–”

“Shut the fuck up, man. She doesn’t need to know any of that. It’s not important.”

“Not important?” Savannah questions from behind me. She put her hand on my arm to push me out of the way, as she steps around me. “What’s going on?

“Your boy Redding is asking for help to retrieve what’s his. Making you the number one pain in my ass.”

Tylan Lick McCoy is a mean looking son of a bitch. He’s tall, with more muscle then he knows what to do with. He learned early on to lift iron as a way to work out his anger and frustrations. He’s been around for as long as I can remember. It seemed that he just showed up one day and never left. I know his home life was shit as a kid. From the time, he was a teenager he’s been around. The club was always a way for him to escape the trials life gave him. From what I remember, his sister was around my age, but she took off before she was fourteen and hadn’t been heard from since. His mother OD’d years ago and his old man is serving life for murder.

“Seriously, Lick, you need to keep your trap shut.”

“What’s going on, Sin? I need the truth.”

“Here’s the truth, sweet cheeks.” Lick ignores me, keeping his eyes trained on Savannah. “You being here is causing one hell of a shit storm to brew. But your boy, Sin, he’s made his claim on you. Now Devil’s Fury takes care of their own and we're about to ride that storm. Matthew here has always had a heart of gold; he’s always taking in strays off the street. It looks like you’re the newest pet to the Devil’s Fury compound.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Nothing.” I state.

“It means that people are going to be busting down our walls trying to get to you and now I’m taking up residence here in order to protect Bianca while you move your ass to the compound.”

Jesus. I’m nothing but trouble. Since the day I was born, I’ve been nothing but a problem. “No.” I state and they both look at me. “That won’t be necessary, I’m going to call my parents and go back to Texas. That’s what I should have done in the first place.”

“That’s not happening.” Sin states.

“Let her go, man. You know that’s the easiest solution.”

“No.”

“Yeah, man, it is.”

“Just leave, Lick. My mom isn’t even here. She’s at the clubhouse, so stop stirring up your shit and get out.”

“Stop it!” I say a little louder than I should. “What is it with you?” I ask Sin.

“What?”

I turn to Lick, “Can you please give a minute?” He glares at me without moving to leave us alone. It’s obvious I’m not Lick’s favorite person. He seemed to dislike me before even getting a chance to know me. He doesn’t say anything after a few moments; he just turns to leave. I take the opportunity to head to the office where I’ve been sleeping and gather the little things I’ve accumulated since I got here.

“Savannah, why are you so hell bent on leaving here?”

I face him. “Why are you so hell bent on me staying?” He doesn’t answer me; he simply stares, holding me hostage with his eyes. I’m not going to deny the fact that it hurts a little that he won’t tell me why. “Don’t you get it, Sin? This isn’t just about me. I left Tyson because it isn’t just about me anymore.” I start to toss the little clothes I have into the bag Bianca gave me my first day here. “I haven’t even made an attempt to see the doctor to make sure the baby is fine. I’ve been too afraid to come to terms with what my future might be. Those dreams that I’ve told you I have, yeah, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to accomplish any of them. I’m three months along. From what I figure, on my own, because again, I’m too afraid to get checked out. I’m a third of the way through this pregnancy and I’m even more scared than I was when I took the tests. Shouldn’t most women be excited, ecstatic of the thought of bringing a life into this world? Because right now, I’m scared shitless. Jesus Sin, your mother is thinking more about this baby, than I am. What kind of mother does that make me, huh?”

“Sugar, you’ve been through a lot of hell these past few years. Taking time to get you back isn’t a bad thing.”

“Well, I really don’t have the luxury of time. I have less than six months to figure out what I’m going to do, and I can’t be making those decisions here. This isn’t the place for me. I should have gone straight to my parents and never tried to run like I did.”

“Do you really believe that? Because I’m sure if you would’ve gone to your parents your ass would already be back under Redding’s thumb. You need distance, Savannah and you need protection. That’s what I’m offering.” I stop to look at him. He gives me a small smile, trying to reassure me.

He’s right, we both know it. If I would have left Tyson’s house and headed to my parents, there is a strong possibility that I would have been back under Tyson’s roof and his abuse sooner rather than later. I would have given into him and tried to make my parents happy and safe. There's good chance I wouldn’t have even told my parents the reason why I'd left. Pride is a dangerous thing.

“You?”