We haven’t made our way into the clubhouse when people are cheering, patting Wicked on the back, and touching Wolf on the cheeks. Khaos swaggers over to us, holding a little leather vest with the Wolf Pack MC patch on the back, flashing me a dazzling smile. “Mommy… will you allow it?”

“First of all!” I shake my head. “Don’t ever call me mommy like that again—” Because it was kind of hot. “Second of all…” Everyone silences. The cheers and happiness. Wicked stands, searching my eyes. He and I don’t agree on a lot of things, but something I have always felt with him is that he respects me.

Sometimes.

Just not when I don’t want him to.

“Of course.” I pat Wolf’s head before sidestepping away from them and pulling a stool up beside Betty, who is already talking to Poppy, making drinks behind the bar.

Dropping my handbag onto the table, I exhale and lower to the chair. “Please don’t tell me you’re living here?”

Poppy laughs, sliding over a glass filled with tequila. “I actually love it here. They’ve turned into my family, and anyway, I’m working the field now with Anon.” She rounds the end and sits beside me. “Which is fine because I have years to catch up with as far as Wicked and Wolf go.”

I take a small sip. “I feel you.” Sighing, I sit back on the stool. “I know what you mean about this place, though. It’s not exactly”—my eyes fly around the room—“unpleasant, which makes no sense.”

“Ehhh… you’re both on crack. I could never.” Betty swirls her drink with a toothpick before spinning around to face the crowd. “Or maybe—” Her head tilts. “Why are most of them good looking?”

Poppy and I burst out laughing. It’s the first time I’ve got to sit down with Poppy and really see how she has been. I told her about Wolf’s birth, how I hemorrhaged and lost so much blood that they almost needed to put me under. I feel a little guilty that I haven’t had the conversation with Wicked yet, but I figure we will have time.

It’s an hour later and I have pulled out my phone, looking through photos.

I flash my screen at Betty, Poppy long since taken off to play the doting aunty. “I’ll just wear this.”

Betty searches my eyes, her green depths falling in sadness. “Babe, I don’t think you should marry him.”

I pull my phone back and flick through more. “I don’t have a choice. I don’t have the same choices you do.” I tap on another. “This one?”

She doesn’t even look at it. “Fine, but I swear to God if he does any shady shit, I’m killing him.”