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I’m still angry at him, but seeing him in the hospital bed makes it harder for me to vent that anger. “Hey,” I murmur, sitting down next to him. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” he admits, wincing when he moves to sit up. “But I’m fine. I’ll be out in a few days. How’s things back at the clubhouse?”
“Good,” I reply, licking my suddenly dry lips. “Why did you ask Sarah to come back here, knowing how much it would hurt me? You have to know that was an asshole move.”
“Straight to the point,” he mutters under his breath, scrubbing his hand over his face. “I’m sorry, Ora. I was a selfish asshole. I didn’t think War was good enough for you. I thought Sarah coming would?—”
“Break us up,” I answer for him, clenching my teeth. “War is your VP. I don’t understand why you don’t think he’s enough for me. Firstly, I’m a grown woman, and it’s none of your business, and secondly, I’m pregnant with his child, so you better accept him soon if you want to be in my child’s life.”
“You’re pregnant?” he asks, swallowing hard.
I nod. “Six weeks, I think. I have an appointment with a doctor tomorrow.”
“Seeing War and how he protected you yesterday… that’s all I could ever want for you, Ora. I know I messed up, and I hope you can forgive me.”
“No more throwing Scorp at me?”
He chuckles, his eyes crinkling. “No. I didn’t want you with any of my men, if I’m being honest. I told them all to stay away from you. But at least Scorp is a doc?—”
“Dad!”
“I know, Ora. But if War hurts you, we’re going to be short a VP.”
“I know he’s not perfect, and he kept things from me. I’m still upset about all of that. But it’s between me and him. I can handle myself, Dad. I promise.”
He clears his throat, looking away and blinking quickly. “Hearing you call me that, I can die a happy man now.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” I say, kissing him on his cheek. “I need a babysitter, and you’re the only family I have left.”
“The way the club protected you, you know better than that. All those men would die for you, Ora,” he replies, winking at me. “And they will do the same for your child.”
“Even Ghost?” I ask.
Rome laughs and then winces from the pain. “Yeah, even Ghost. He might be unhinged, but he’s loyal to the club. There’s no one else you’d want at your back.” He pauses, sobering. “If I didn’t bring Sarah back, you wouldn’t have run. I put you and the baby in danger.”
“I won’t say it’s okay because it’s not. I’m not a pawn on your chessboard that you can move around as you see fit. I know you’re used to being in control, and you have a team of men at your disposal, not to mention women who will do anything to have you, but I’m your daughter, and we’re only just getting to know each other. You can’t control me, and you need to stop trying because it will only push me away.”
“No, sweetheart, you aren’t just a pawn. You are the queen.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
ORA
Two Weeks Later
War comes into the living room with a bag in his hand. After sending him out for my latest craving, I’ve been sitting here watching movies with Lore and the twins.
“You got it.” I beam, licking my lips.
He hands me the chocolate croissant from Lu’s, a jar of pickles, and some sour gummy bears. War kisses me. “Of course I did.”
Placing the pickle jar between my legs, I take a bite of the fresh pastry, moan, and do a little happy food dance that has the men laughing. Then I open the jar and take a drink.
“That is disgusting,” Skull states, but they all keep watching me.
War throws Skull a look that clearly tells him toshut the fuck up.
“It’s delicious,” I immediately argue. I pop a sour gummy bear into my mouth and chew. War stares at my mouth, a hungry gaze in his dark eyes.
