The compound felt different after the revelation.
Whispers followed me through the main room. Some brothers nodded with respect. Others watched with narrowed eyes, like my blood had suddenly made me a threat. I kept my head high, Colossus’s hand a steady weight on my lower back. His touch said everything his mouth didn’t in front of the club: You’re mine. I don’t care whose daughter you are.
We didn’t make it far before Viper called church.
I wasn’t invited. Not officially. But Colossus didn’t let go of my hand. “She stays,” he told the room, voice like gravel. “If we’re talking about her blood, she hears it from us.”
Viper didn’t argue. He just jerked his chin toward the empty chair beside Colossus. I sat. The leather cut felt heavier than ever.
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