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t up and looked over at the couch. Knox was still asleep, his massive frame awkwardly contorted to fit the small space, one arm hanging off the ed

on the door br

hany? It'

rs ago and had followed me into the MC world. In my past life, Chloe had been my only

oe slipped inside, her eyes immediately darting to the massive man sleeping on

a quick hug. "I heard what happened last night.

egan brushing my hair. "But we have work to do. I need you to go to the main administrative office. Find the club's lawyer. I want al

holding those documents. She insisted

Meredith has no legal or club authority over my assets. If she tries to stop you, te

ierce loyalty shining in her eyes

ion to the sleeping giant on the c

bat boot with my foot. "Wake up, Knox.

, and swatted at my foot blindly. "G

ts us in the private dining room in thirty minutes. We are going to present a

g at me with bloodshot eyes. "

Shower. Shave. And put on a clean shirt. We have a

ut he pushed himself off the couc

lean black Henley that stretched tight across his chest and a fresh pair of dark jeans. He looked imposing

avy oak doors, I stoppe

y. "Meredith will throw insults. Preston will try to undermine you. Jarre

pression unreadable. "You thin

fists," I corrected. "Today, we han

ension humming between us. Finally, he g

pen, and we stepped