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“Yes, Daddy,” he shouts. “I sow hungwee.”

I chuckle and release their hands, pulling them in front of me as I grab plates. “Let’s get Mama’s first so she can feed your little sister.”

“Da won in Mama’s bewee?” Kian asks, his blue eyes bright with excitement.

“Yep. Mama needs to feed Zariah too.”

Lena comes over, stealing some plates from my hands. “Let me help feed my godchildren.”

“Thanks.”

We work together to get plates for the kids, Bailee, and ourselves. Her guys come over to start helping and then we’reall making our way over to the picnic table Bailee’s at with Raya, Lyric, and Jude. By the time we’re all seated, our table is full.

I lift my burger to my mouth, but before I take a bite, I glance around the backyard of the clubhouse.

Most people would see all the leather and chains and gather their children close out of fear and misunderstanding.

I see brothers by blood and by choice. I see Old Ladies who would throw down for any member of this club. I see club girls who have found safe haven amongst us, and I see prospects willing to give it all just to have a patch they’ll wear with honor and pride to represent our club.

What I see is an eclectic mix of people who have come together to make one hell of a family.