Wolfe smirked at me. “I don’t think there could be a better time, do you guys?”
3
Dagger
Lips twitching, I folded my arms across my chest as I shook my head. “Nope, I think this is the perfect time for such a conversation.”
The only woman I’d ever loved shot me a disgusted glance. “You’re weird. All four of you.”
She jiggled her tits like a pro, and though it garnered our focus for a second, I rasped, “No fair, and now we’re not going to do anything about that ache between your legs until you spill the truth.”
“I’m not the only one aching,” she purred, and then she shrugged, jiggling her tits again as she admitted, “Some guy thought he could mug me. I proved him wrong.”
Wolfe’s eyes flashed with pure rage. “You report him to the cops?”
I rolled my eyes. “Since when? We’re talking about a modern-day Annie fucking Oakley, Wolfe. Lucie don’t need no cops to fight her battles.”
“He busted her arm, Dagger,” Wolfe grated out.
“And I’m sure he came off worse.”
My reward for that statement was a smile that made me feel like I’d just been bathed in goddamn sunlight—and a dirty bastard like me never got to feel sunlight that pure on his skin. This went soul fucking deep.
“You got that right. Stuck him right in the ribs.” She made a popping sound. “Slipped in like butter.”
“You carry a knife?” I asked, my cock hardening. She knew I loved knives—it was the reason for my road name, after all.
“Your knife. The one you gave me on my birthday.”
Now, my cock wasn’t the only thing twitching. My heart was flopping around in my chest like a dying fish.
Fuck.
This woman had me feeling shit that no other could ever dream about stirring in me. That was why I was arguing with Wolfe, and would argue the rest of the damn day about it.
I’d only realized what I’d fucking lost the minute she’d left, and neither of them had kept in touch with the clubhouse, so I hadn’t been able to check up on them. I wasn’t sure what Ry had done, but he’d hidden them.
I’d had no idea they were in Lubbock, and I had the smarts to find most anyone I wanted. The computer, after the knife, was my best friend. But Ryan had hid them so well that I knew they’d had to have bought new IDs somewhere along the line. Maybe several, even though I knew they cost a fucking fortune.
By the time they’d left, it had been too late, and I’d spent the last six years wishing to fuck Lucie had never gone. I wasn’t about to waste more time, no matter if Wolfe was Prez now or not.
“How did Ryan keep you hidden, Luce?” The question popped out, not from nowhere, but it didn’t exactly fit the conversational flow.
Still, I needed to know.
“We moved a lot,” she admitted. “Until the last few months when things changed for the worse because of Ryan’s health.”
“Why all the moving?”
Her lips curved. “I have a buy-in for the club.”
That had us all scowling. “The fuck are you talking about?” I demanded.
“I know you’re going to get some shit for my coming back, but I have a reason for being here. I mean, where we’re concerned, my reason is you guys.” She glowered at us. “You can argue about this shit as much as you want, but we have a daughter together, Wolfe. That changes things.”
“You’re damn right it does,” he groused, and though this woman needed no defending from anyone—she could fight her own battles—I heard the possessiveness in Wolfe’s voice and bristled at it.
“She’s ours, Wolfe. You can go fuck yourself if you think you’re going to claim her alone.”
“I’m the Prez. I can’t share my old lady with my council,” he repeated, folding his arms across his chest like his words were a law or something. Fuck that. “Not outside of bed anyway. You know that shit slides. What happens in the clubhouse stays in the clubhouse. But permanently?”
Lucie pulled away so that she was standing on her own again. She grabbed her tee and tugged it overhead, using it to cover up those gorgeous tits of hers. She’d filled out since the last time I’d seen her—only natural considering she was more woman than teenager now, and had carried Amaryllis. Her waist was curvier, her hips rounding out into a beautiful hourglass shape. And those tits? They were bigger too. Handfuls I regretted backing