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I work on the bikes. I’ve also been trying to figure out ways to increase business. Savannah and I have been brainstorming ideas to expand our brand and bring new customers to Fury. She’s a business genius and has even come up with ideas to get us on the map when it comes to my designs. She’s created more social media accounts than I could even keep track of. She said that I need to get my face out there if I want to gain a new customer demographic. She thinks if people saw me then they will trust the product behind the man.

I listen to Cut and the guys on what they're doing on the other end of the business. I'm not sure if Cut understands the place I want to have in the club or if he's just tired of arguing about it, but he hasn’t been involving me in much of the bounty hunting lately. He's sending everyone else out, leaving me to do the shop business.

*****

I reach a little further, feeling the cold sheets of the bed. I know there isn't any reason to keep her in my bed. We haven't heard from Tyson in weeks. Hopefully he's realized that the baby isn't something that he wanted and he's found a new girl he can push around because Savannah is no longer his. I sit up and that's when I hear it. My stomach drops when I hear the retching coming from my bathroom. Savannah. I throw on my shorts and head to the bathroom as fast as I can.

"Sugar." I bend down, rolling my hand through her hair, trying to help her in any way I can. “What’s wrong? What can I do?”

"Matty." She dry heaves. "I thought this was," heaves again, "supposed to be over after the first trimester." This time the heave isn't dry as I watch the clear fluids of her stomach hit the water of the toilet bowl. She isn't gaining weight like I thought she would. I know I'm no expert, but I've been reading between clients and doing my research because after all, I'm a fixer and I need to get her fixed. She thought because she wasn’t sick in the beginning that she had dodged the morning sickness bullet, but she wasn’t so lucky. Getting sick just came further along than we had hoped. The books say there isn’t anything to be worried about. Doc seems to agree. I’ve made a few phone calls without Savannah’s knowledge because seeing her suffer and me not being able to do anything is driving me insane. Having no control over the discomfort someone you care about is going through is enough to make you a bit crazy.

"I know, sugar, I thought so too, but I guess the little one just wants to remind you he's there." I refer to him as a boy. I just have a feeling.

"The increase size and tenderness of my boobs is reminder enough.” Then I hear her mumble, “Plus other things.”

I can’t help but chuckle. I know what she's mumbling about. It’s all over the internet about the increase in sexual drive, hormones and all that. I know she is struggling and I feel awful about it, but there isn't anything I’m willing to do about it. I can't help her. Okay I can, but I won't because I refuse to ruin the friendship we've created. I’m not willing to enlist any of the other guys to help either. I wouldn’t even ask Hawk and I know they've become close over the time she's been here. But I'm selfish and greedy and I'm the only one who wants to feed her craving, I just can't. I give her enough alone time that she can take care of herself. Lord knows I've been jacking off every chance I get. I haven't been fucking anyone since she laid her head on my pillow. There's no way that I can bring any other woman into our bed, and I don't feel right going out to get it. I'll suffer right along with her.

I wet a washcloth and run it down the back of her neck. She moans in relief. "You need to call Doc, Savannah, to make sure everything's alright."

"I have. He said it's a good sign. Is this how it's going to be from now on? Is this kid going to continue to make me sick until I die?" I flinch at her words. She looks up at me, the apology written on her face.

We've enlisted the club doctor to take care of her. She goes to his office for her check-ups. I don't like her leaving the compound, but I know there are some things she needs to leave for and making sure her and the baby is okay is one of them. The other is her weekly visits with Lily and my mother. She needs to have girl time and I know she can't get that with any of The Fallen. They have raised up against anything Savannah. They don't pay her any attention expect for the evil glance and snide remarks they say under their breaths. Especially Kara. She's stayed away from me since our confrontation. The guys have complained about their attitudes, but it's an easy fix really. We can always recruit new Fallen and kick the old ones to the curb. This isn't a lifetime type life style for the girls. The guys are always looking for something younger, fresher, and time is a girls' worst enemy. Don't know why they're wasting the time they have in the club with the nonsense that has to do with Savannah. Before they know it they'll be old, saggy, and then they'll be sent on their way.

"It won't be forever. Do you want me to call my mother? Maybe she can make you some more of her concoctions."

"No, I can't keep bothering her."

"You aren't a bother, ever." There’s a knock on my bedroom door. "Come in." I yell as Savannah groans.

"Hey." Hawk looks down at Savannah on the floor. "She sick again?" I nod.

"Oh, shove it, Hawk. I'm in no mood.” Savannah yells.

Hawk puts his hands up in defense. "Touchy, touchy. My bad. I don't mean to bother, but Cut wants you in jury. He's made an all hands on deck call."

"Go." she growls from the floor, her voice muffle by her hair that I’m no longer holding back.

I look between Hawk and Savannah. I know that I should be at the meeting but I have the need to be here for her. She hits my leg. "Go, Matty, I'm fine.”

"I'm calling my mother." I leave the room before she has the chance to object.

*****

"Hey." I say as I enter the room. The table is full, some of these guys I haven't seen in a while. Hawk sits next to me. I'm across from Lick. He's been quiet lately, keeping his head down. It's not like him. Not that I'm complaining. He isn't making Savannah's life hell, so I'm all for how he's been lately.

"Sin. I'm glad you could make it." Cut says. "Listen. We’ve received some information. Redding has been very active in the area recently."

"What are you talking about? He hasn't attempted to contact her. The only people who've called are her parents and both she and I talk to them, frequently."

"I don't know, man. I'm just telling you that he's been in the area and he's still working with a few of the cartels here. I'm not sure, if it's to do with your girl, or if it has to do with his other business ventures. My guess it's the latter."

"He's moving bodies here, in Las Cruces?"

Dyke's chair scoots back. His arms go over his chest. He's had a rough life with the club and the years show on his face. Going back and forth between him and Bubba, it’s like looking between the past and the present. Bubba is his father's son, through and through. "We've had contact with Louie Jr." My body goes rigid.

Louie Jr. is the son of Louie Sr. The man who obsessed over my mother. The man who took my sister, tortured, raped and killed her. He is also the man who we haven't been able to find all these years. Since the death of my sister and father, he's been a ghost. As a whole, we've been able to find just about anyone our clients need found, but not this man. It's like he's dug a hole in the middle of nowhere and hunkered down all these years. We've had eyes on the Diablos and have found nothing. Like Cut, Louie Jr. took his father’s club over, but they didn't change their way of dealings.

"What the fuck does that asshole want?" Hawk asks. "We have no dealings with him or the pieces of shit he keeps as company."