40 - Thank you
Kyla I stroke the back of my baby girl’s hair and kiss her head. I close my eyes to ward off the urge to cry. I can’t help feeling emotional. It’s been a long few weeks, wondering if I would ever see my daughter again. Now, she’s in my arms, and I can’t tell you how relieved I am. When Cobra pulled up beside me in town, where I was again asking if anyone had seen my baby, even though Dragon had told me to stay home, I knew something was up. Just the way he jumped off his bike, and the look in his eyes told me so. When Cobra told me that we needed to get to the clubhouse because Greer had called, I almost passed out. Cobra gave me the abbreviated version of what Greer had told her dad, and I wasted no time in climbing onto the back of Cobra’s motorcycle. I didn’t care how much it hurt m
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