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the opportunity to save her, so he took it.”
    “So, what now?” Panic rises in my chest. King and his men might have come to a truce with Nix and the Rebels, but you mess with them, a truce means nothing.
    “We wait. Nothing connects us to her. Got her set up at the safe house,” He assures me, pulling me into his body. “I do need you to get some baby shit together though.”
    “Okay. I’ll ask Holly, too.” I rest my head against his chest.
    “Good, Jesse is gonna head up tomorrow.”
    “Is this bad, Nix? Should I be worried?” I close my eyes, waiting to hear his response.
    “You have nothing to worry about. King and I are good. As long as we keep her hidden, it’s not gonna come back to us.”
    “I don’t like this, Nix.”
    “I know, but trust I got this. Not gonna let anythin’ happen to you, okay?”
    Trust. That trust word again. The first step at getting back to where we were.
    “I trust you, Nix.”
    “Good. Now go back to sleep. We have a hot date tomorrow.” I smile into his chest. Yes, a hot date. How could I forget?
    “I’m very excited,” I yawn, shifting back into a good position.
    “You should be,” he jokes, and I chuckle. “Don’t worry, babe. I got you.” He pulls me closer to his front.
    “You always have me,” I whisper, feeling myself fall into the dark bliss.
    “Never not gonna have you, Kadence. Would fuckin’ die before I didn’t have you. Now go back to sleep,” he orders again, and that small flutter of lust stirs in me.
    Yes, that trust, it’s coming back.

CHAPT ER NINE
    Nix
    “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I slam the phone down the next afternoon and walk into the hall, kicking the first thing I see—a fuckin’ stool.
    “What’s up your ass now?” Jesse asks from the sofa, sitting up from the racket. He just got back to the clubhouse from his trip to Beau, dropping the baby supplies off to the safe house.
    “Fuckin’ Red is sick. Just cancelled on me.”
    “Cancelled what?” Jesse asks.
    “Shit. What about Kadence’s parents?” Brooks joins the conversation, walking out from behind the bar.
    “They’re away for the weekend,” I answer, ignoring Jesse.
    Fuck.
    My fist slams down on the bar in frustration.
    “What’s got your panties in a twist?” Jesse moves off the sofa and comes to stand by me.
    “There’s always—” Brooks’ nods to Jesse.
    “Fuck, no.” I watch as Jesse tries to figure out what we’re talking about.
    “He’s your only hope,” Brooks pushes.
    “Someone fucking tell me what is happening,” Jesse interrupts again, this time getting Brooks’ attention.
    “Nix needs a sitter. You’re it.” Brooks slaps Jesse on the back and walks back to the bar.
    “So, you finally need me,” he says, no doubt ready to rub it in.
    “No,” I repeat, not in the mood for Jesse’s shit.
    “Why not?” He folds his arms across his chest and cocks a brow.
    “Yeah, why not? You’re desperate. Everyone’s out or busy,” Brooks repeats Jesse’s question, his grin pissing me off. Fuck, he’s right, and the last thing I want to do is cancel on Kadence.
    “Fuck, fine. Can you watch the kids, Jesse?” I ask, watching his shit-eating grin spread wide.
    “Ask nicer.”
    “Fuck you, Jesse.”
    He doesn’t respond, just waits quietly while I rack my brain thinking who else can watch them, but I’ve got nothing. Fuck.
    “Fine. Jesse, can you please watch Low and Z?” I practically have to bite the inside of my cheek when asking.
    “I have a date, but—” he shrugs, but I stop him from going on.
    “No.”
    “You didn’t let me finish.”
    “You’re not fucking some whore on my sofa as my kids sleep upstairs.” He watches me carefully. I know he’s fucking with me, but this week has been fucking hell and I need this night with Kadence.
    “Fine. I’ll do it for twenty an hour.”
    “Fuck off.” I hit him over the head before walking away. “Be at my house at six. Don’t be fuckin’ late,” I warn, heading back