I move away from her slightly. “Nah, you can stay with Roy.” I tap her away and she follows Jade through to the back of the clubhouse. I’m trying to keep it right since it’s Jade’s friend, and I’d be lying if I said Sloane wasn’t helpful when it came to pissing off Ruby, but my dick is bored. Now that I have my son to think about too, everything has changed.

“We all staying at your hotel?” Royce asks, dropping down onto the chair beside mine. “Everyone’s at the barn, helping burn it to the ground.” I can smell the burning flesh and metal from here; he didn’t have to say a fucking word. “You alright?”

“No,” I answer honestly, reaching over the bar and grabbing the first bottle my fingers land on. “I think I’m fucking cursed.”

Royce chuckles deeply, taking the bottle of some cheap whiskey off me and wrapping his lips around the tip. “Nah, man. You’ve just found your curse. There’s a difference.”

“Fuck. I can’t be a dad, Royce. The fuck? Me?”

When he doesn’t answer, I shift my seat to face him. “The shit I’ve done?”

“No offense.” Royce swipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “But I’m going to go right ahead and say that his mother has done worse.” I ignore the cut through my chest at the mention of Ruby. Fuck, if she isn’t everything I despise. The only problem is that I don’t.

“It has been years since I had seen her, bro. And every bitch I fucked after her didn’t exist in my head,” I say low, under my breath. “I knew the second I was inside her that there would be no one walking this earth powerful enough to replace the way she felt around my dick.”

Royce barks out a laugh, smacking me on my back. “Well, shit. You know you’ve scared the shit out of the brothers and girls with how you’ve acted since she’s been around. Seen a whole new side to you. One I don’t think any of us expected.”

I kick out my feet, bringing my eyes to his. “I wanna throw her on a level…”

Royce pauses, the bottle an inch from his mouth. “She’s fucking hot, I get that—and if you tell Jade I said so, I’ll deny it—but I can’t be in on that game, brother. You know I’m dicked down.”

I raise my brows at him, my mouth curving into a smirk. “I wasn’t asking you to be joining. Don’t get jealous.”

Royce scratches the bridge of his nose. “Khaos?”

Flicking the lid to the bottle, I nod. “Yeah.”