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listen.”
    “And if I want to leave afterward?”
    “You can go, but I’m telling them the truth either way. I’m sick of hiding shit and letting him win.”
    “Who?”
    I sigh. “My father.”
    Understanding dawns in her expression. “I should’ve fucking known. I’m not going anywhere.”
    I pull back and move off the bed. “We thought we were so careful, always meeting up places, and keeping our visits sporadic.” I laugh thinking how naïve we were. “I was prospecting and of course, my every move would be monitored. I can’t believe how stupid I was. I told you I’d take care of you. Thought I was a big man, but he showed me just how false that belief was. You know, he was my sponsor. It was never a question. He’s a hands-on man who likes to do shit himself. The brothers understood that. They knew he was impartial enough not to be soft with me because of blood…hell, I’d say he was harsher for that very reason. I did whatever he wanted without complaint. I wanted him to be proud of me, you know?” I glance over at her.
    Biting her lip, she nods.
    “Only thing I could never do was follow his crooked ass belief system. I get that he lost his dad, but blaming an entire race for it? And shit, did I hate the way he treated you. I thought once I claimed you, he’d be forced to show you respect. It was all figured out in my mind. Then that night, before I could come to you, he caught me.”
     

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    San Mateo, 2001
     
    I should be nervous, but instead I feel excitement. It’s the weekend before my girl leaves for school, and we’re making shit official. Vegas is just a four hour drive away and it will be a Dunn & Spencer ceremony. Having her ride with me is the only way I’ll be able to handle the distance, knowing she’s mine in every way. I never want to hold her back from her dreams. I get that a full ride is a big deal, and she could never be content staying in this small town working some menial job, or staying at home shooting the shit all day until we decide to bring kids into the equation. She needs more. This works for both of us. I finish loading up my saddlebag, sling it over my shoulder, and make my way out of the club.
    “Going somewhere?” my father asks, stopping me by the door.
    “Yeah, off to ride for the weekend. I cleared it with Stone.”
    “But not me?” my father says.
    I frown. “Didn’t think I had to, things are quiet. The tasks you gave me are done.”
    “You think I don’t know about your dalliance with that Negro tart.”
    The words make me ball my fists. “Watch what you say about her,” I growl.
    “Or what, boy? You going to take on your sponsor? Kiss that top rocker you’ve been working on good-bye then.”
    “Your beliefs are your own, old man. They have nothing to do with me.”
    “They got everything to do with you You know what that would look like? My kid is sticking his prick in some black bitch’s pussy.”
    “You don’t talk about her like that,” I snarl.
    “I’ll say whatever I please, and if you ever want to be a part of the Kings, you’ll do exactly what I say.”
    “This is bullshit.”
    “You need everyone to vote yes to be patched in.”
    His threat makes my blood run cold. He has the power to ruin what I’ve spent the past two years of my life working toward.
    “I see I got your attention. You’re going to ditch your phone, forget you knew that little nigger, and let her see what it feels like to have her heart broken.” He produces a burner from his pocket and waves it from side to side.
    My jaw clenches. He has no idea what he’s ruining for me. “And if I don’t?”
    “Then you’ll never be a part of KOC, and I can’t help but think your little friend will meet with an accident sooner or later. It’d be a terrible shame to see that happen, wouldn’t it? Choose now. We’re leaving for a run, and I want you on it.”
    The run will take months. I’m forced to weigh the club or Dixie Rose, knowing damn well if