“Good.” I raise my brows at her. “I’ll be fucking waiting for when they do—now, I’ll show you where you’re staying.” Her words stick to the back of my brain like a bad taste. I already knew this, but Poppy saying it out loud only intensifies my fear. Now that I have her back again, I once again have something to lose.

“Wicked.” Her hand rests on mine and I flinch. Her brows cross together but she removes her touch. “I have a home.”

“Nowhere safe!”

She widens her eyes at me, the corner of her mouth twitching. “Actually, yes! But I’ll stay with you for a few days before I head back.”

“Back where?” I ask, pushing open the driver’s door. I slam it closed as she rounds the back of the car.

“Chicago!”

I bare my teeth. “Of course you would live there.” I ignore her jokes as we make our way up to the clubhouse. Music plays loudly and bikes rumble into the space behind us. Tonight’s going to be a big fucking party. We all know it, and we all know Jade and Royce deserve it. This is a win for them, which makes it a win for us all.

Since the explosion a couple weeks ago, there have been some renovations around the place. For one, this oversized glass sliding door where a wall used to be. It works. So people can walk between the clubhouse and onto the patio, or down to the octagon below that’s opposite the parking shed.

“I’ll go help Jade.” Poppy leans up on her tippy toes, kissing me on the cheek. “I’ll be fine.”

I watch painfully as she disappears through the front door, smiling when she sees Jade. My control wavers and I don’t take my eyes off her until she’s gone.

“Church in the morning.” Royce hooks his arm around my shoulder, handing me a beer. Lion stares at me from behind a smirk, and I lower myself down onto the stool.

“I’m gonna need something stronger than this.” I swirl the beer around in the bottle, just as Khaos climbs the stairs and squeezes my shoulder on passing. Khaos is the youngest one of us all, and the most fucking mischievous. Seems to never keep his dick in his pants and unfortunately, that has extended to Fury’s daughter, Silver. Fury is the one who walks around the clubhouse and absolutely no one wants a problem with. He served time. Hard time behind bars for murders he most definitely committed. We don’t ask how he got out.

“Your sister is fucking hot. There, I said it.”

I follow Khaos’ eyes as he looks back inside, the smirk on my mouth testing. “Yeah? Maybe you should try? Go on.”

He stares back at me with a blank look on his face. “You think I won’t?”