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don’t get us, but then you don’t want to get us,” Clara said.
    “Babe, not right now,” King said.
    “No. Payne wants to be all real and shit. He wants to put blame on someone, then he should look in the fucking mirror. She ran because you were too much of a limp dick to do anything about it.”
    “Enough!” King said. “You’re my woman, my old lady, but that is still my Prez.”
    Clara gritted her teeth and held her hands up. “Then you can fuck him tonight.”
    She turned her back and walked out of the clubhouse.
    “You need to go and chase after her.”
    “She was out of line.”
    “Was she? Really? I don’t think she was. I was the one out of line.” He looked at the shot and shook his head. “This is not going to solve shit.”
    He made his way toward the door that would lead him to the stairwell toward the bedrooms. Turning back, he faced the room. “Let everyone know Vicky belongs to me. She’s my old lady. She’s not club pussy, and anyone who touches her will have to deal with me. She’s mine. Always has been, always will be.”
    Taking the stairs two at a time, he entered the bedroom and found her in his bed in her pajamas, reading. She had circles under her eyes, and he hated that she was so damn tired, that she’d felt she couldn’t talk to him about any of this.
    I need to do the right thing, to tell her how I feel.
    The sight of her on his bed was so right. Many nights he’d entered to find her reading, or watching television. Sometimes he’d even watched her getting off.
    She lowered the book, staring at him. “Well, that’s a surprise,” she said.
    “What is?”
    “You’re not drunk as a skunk. I expected you to be completely wasted after the bomb I dropped on you.”
    “Not going to happen.” He took a seat on the bed, noticing that she inched a little away from him. That shit was not going to fucking stick, not for long. He let out a breath. “You ran.”
    “I left because I was afraid and thought it was the right thing to do.”
    “You fucking ran from me, Vicky. We both know it.”
    She sighed.
    “Why?”
    “You know why.”
    “If I knew I wouldn’t be talking about it right now. Was it because of the baby?”
    “In a way. I didn’t know how you’d feel. I was tired, okay? I was tired of always hoping, and never getting anywhere with you. It’s always a game to you. You were never happy to claim me. I was just a hole for you to use.”
    “No, you weren’t, and I’m not going to let you accuse me of that kind of shit. I fucking love you.”
    Her eyes widened for a second, but then he saw this hardness cover her face.
    “Prove it.”
    He took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. “Be mine, Vicky. Be my old lady.” He didn’t give her a chance to say anything before he started speaking again. “I fucked up, but I’m going to prove that I’m worth being in your life.” He placed a hand on her rounded belly, and his chest ached. “And I’m going to prove to you what a fucking great dad I will be.”
    “What?” she whispered.
    “I’ve already made the club know you’re mine. It doesn’t matter what anyone else says. The club, they know you belong to me. They’ll do everything in their power to keep you safe.”
    Payne stared into her eyes, and he saw the tears fill their depths. “It’s because of the baby.”
    He frowned.
    Payne had expected her to throw her arms around him, sobbing how much she loved and missed him. Instead, she was staring at him with so much sadness. What the hell had he done wrong? He didn’t get it.
    “Why are you not happy?”
    “This isn’t about me. You’re only doing this for the baby.” She lifted her book up. “It doesn’t matter. I didn’t really expect much else.”
    “For fuck sake, Vicky,” he growled out angrily, but then again, he deserved this. He’d pushed her away, never made his commitment known to her. She had every right to run, but it still pissed him off.