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“Messing this all up. I wanted to make it special for you. Something you would be happy to share with your family. Not.” The arm around me loosened as he gestured to Cooks and the people who filled it. My frown deepened.

Was that what he worried about? That he needed to be something different to make my family accept him? He must know that it was never going to happen. I was ok with not having their blessing. I had made my choice.

“Truth?” I tilted my head up. “I don’t care what they think. I never have. All I care about is you and our baby. You are my family now. You and the club.”

Something like relief flickered over his features, his shoulders sagged as he relaxed. “Are you sure? I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy Truth. I’d be happier if you could show me this ring and put it on my finger though. Make it all official.”

He laughed loudly. “I can’t believe I fucking lost it.”

As much as I wanted to see the ring he picked out for me, I knew it wasn’t important. He had chosen it which meant I would love it. And I would wear it with pride even if it turned out to be plastic.

“I love you Truth.” I yanked his head down hard. “But I’m not surprised you lost it at all. You lose pretty much everything.”

His lips were soft on mine as he captured my mouth in a kiss. “As long as I don’t lose you again I’m good.”

The kiss deepened. His tongue swirling against mine.

The boom was loud. The music and chatter did little to make it any quieter. Truths back went rigid against me.

“What….”

He was moving me behind him. “Gun, someone just took a shot.”

ACES OF SPADES

DEAD MAN’S HAND

Chapter One

Fender

Valentine’s Day was by far the worst day of the year. All those loved up couples. All that fake romance and phoney sentiments. What was worse was that more and more of the younger club members were pairing off, settling down. Making fucking fools of themselves over women and ruining their damn lives.

My own son had started it by chasing after a woman he should have known to leave well enough alone. Sure Avery was the mother of his kid but what did that actually matter in this day and age?

Hell, I probably had a dozen kids scattered around that I didn’t even know about.

But no my son was all about his new family life. And Avery was taking him for a ride. I could tell.

Not that Ruin would ever listen to me about it. When it came to her he had blinkers on. She was the only thing he saw.

And then there was Truth. At least Cali was useful to the club. But she was still a woman who had one of my most trusted riders wrapped around her little finger.

All of them were damn fools.

Women were a distraction they didn’t need. Only useful for one thing. Or at least that was my thoughts.

Every woman was nothing but a warm hole.

The thought had barely left my mind when my daughter came tottering down the stairs in her too high heels. Instantly I regretted inviting her to come tonight.

Every woman might be little more than a wet hole, every woman but Chelsea. She was my princess. The only person in my entire life who had never let me down and disappointed me. And I planned to keep her that way.

“Go and put some damn clothes on.”

Her brightly painted lips pouted. “Don’t be so old fashioned dad. My dress is perfect.”