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enter, not knowing how w e’ ll find the girls inside. I t’ s late. I had hoped Sugar would be sleeping. No such luck.
    They say their goodbyes and the two ladies leave my woman to tend to their own men. I close the door as best I can behind them. I had n’ t kicked it open as hard as I could have, but I’ ll still have to fix the alignment in the morning.
    Sugar is sitting crossed-legged in the center of the bed. Her eyes are dry, her posture slumped, tired. The room is quiet, we watch each other. I fold my leather cut over the back of the half-broken chair in the corner of the small wooden room.
    “ Did you kill him ? ”   Sugar asks through the darkness between us.
    I exhale,  “ No . ”
    She lifts herself, raising on her knees, facing me.  “ Are you lying to me ? ”
    Reaching out, I thumb her lower lip.  “ No . ”
    “ I want to believe you , ”   she claims, her voice hushed.
    I join her on the bed, urging her to lie back,  “ I will never give you a reason to not believe me. We do n’ t do that, Sugar. We do n’ t lie to each other. You asked me, I told you the truth . ”
    I hold her, feeling her arms slowly wind themselves around me. She breathes deep into my chest, the warmth of her breath tickling over me, calming me.
    “ It never would have happened if I was wearing my ra g…. ”
    I pull back just far enough to search out the darkness of her pupils.  “ You do n’ t believe that ? ”
    She shakes her head,  “ I do n’ t kno w… maybe - “
    I kiss her forehead, drawing her in.  “ Rag or no t… it was n’ t your fault. It could have been anyone. And if it had been someone else, they might not have had the sense you did. This could have ended a helluva lot worse for some other girl tonight, babe . ”
    She wiggles her way in closer.  “ Thank you for finding me . ”
    I know she ca n’ t see my face, but I close my eyes tight to hide the emotion.  “ Sugar, I will always find you. Yo u’ re part of me now . ”
     
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    CHARLIE
     
    Needless to say, my first official week as an o l’ lady wa s… eventful.  However awkward I thought it would be facing the shit load of bikers the morning after the  “ inciden t ”   as I will forever call it, it was equally and surprisingly empowering knowing that my man would go to whatever lengths necessary to protect u s… to protect me.
    I’ d been able to gather from the bits and pieces here and there that Clink had spared the young guy after a thorough ass whooping, and the kid was banned from the Kingsmen for good. He was telling me the truth when he promised he did n’ t kill him. He never said he did n’ t beat the ever-loving shit out of him, just that he did n’ t kill him.
    The experience gave me an inside r’ s look at how the club doled out justice. After everything I’ ve seen on the other end of things at the hospital, I’ m not a fan of violenc e… but I’ m proud of him for not taking things further than he did. And the club respected him for it, I think.
    Hawg, I think that was his nam e… maybe it was Hog? Well, he came up to me personally and apologized before we all made way, heading home. He apologized to Clink, too, and thanked him for handling it quickly.
    I bandaged Clin k’ s hands up properly when we got back to my place, cleaning out the split skin over his knuckles. Between the handful of nights spent at his place, and then the two nights in the cabin, I really just needed to chill in my own bed, in my own space for a night.
    The timing worked out pretty well, though. He had some sort of delivery to make for the club last night, anyway. With a quiet apartment all to myself, I lit a candle, drew a bath and then vegged out in front of a sappy TV movie before passing out. Other than the few texts from Clink checking in, it was a night of sweet solitude.
    The ride to Oakton should take me just over two hours. Mo m’ s supposed to meet me at Tempur a’ S at around two o’ clock, so I