Remembering Ainsley’s desperation, I squeezed my temples. I thought she at least understood club dynamics. She was asking me for the moon, when I couldn’t even promise her the stars if it meant guaranteeing her brother survived.
Fuck, I might not live before I straightened shit out at the club, so Ainsley would at least have their protection if I bit it. Razor would just as soon see her dead because of the Roman situation. I hoped her pregnancy would end his need for vengeance. I had to declare her mine to safeguard her. Suspicion would follow both of us, but I was innocent. Ainsley’s only crime was loving her brother.
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