him.
“Open motherfucking heart surgery, dickhead. Stop lifting shit until you’re cleared, I ruined my best shirt keeping you alive, have some respect.”
He rubs the back of his neck and shoots a look at Hellion. “Pops asked me to grab it. What am I supposed to do, say nah?”
I shoot my uncle a look but he’s fucking wasted. “You get Law or Lyn to do it. They’re around here to fucking help until you’re cleared, don’t be a dumbass. Keely will have a fucking heart attack of her own if anything happens to you again and I’ll fucking gut you for stressing her out.”
Law slaps him on the back as he passes to grab more beer and Speck stares up at me like a fucking kicked puppy. I smell the sweet honey scent of Angel before his face changes to the friendly grin he’s given her from day one.
There’s a reason I told him I was ‘struck, makes him someone I could trust around her one hundred percent.
Her hand is soft as it slips into mine and I swear to fucking God my head grows three sizes at that tiny touch. She trusts me, trusts us, enough to do that here and in front of the entire clubhouse.
I want to sling her over my shoulder and carry her the fuck to bed.
“It’s my turn to get beers, sorry. Do you want me to grab my own, Reece?”
Hell scoffs and walks off, too drunk to talk to Angel without sounding like an asshole and bowing out, thank fuck. I pull her into my side and jerk my head at my dumbass cousin. “A few bottles won’t kill him to lift, deliver them with a smile, Reece.”
He groans and walks off, shooting a grin at Angel as he moves. She sighs and tilts her head back, pouting those lips of hers at me until I wanna bite them. “Why are you being an asshole to him? He helped me clean out your room today, he drove me over to Southern Miss and walked around with me. He’s been very helpful.”
My eyes narrow as I look down at her. “You went in? What the hell did you have to do on campus?”
She bites her lip and I snap, swinging her around until she’s in my arms and staring up at me with her pupils blown out, all soft and liquid with lust for her old man.
Her voice is breathy and fucking intoxicating. “I was changing my course load, I had to sign some papers. I’ve doubled what I’m doing now that I’m not working. I hope you weren’t lying about covering the electricity and gas because shit’s about to get fucking rough if you were.”
Trink calls out to us like a fucking brat when I swoop down and kiss her, long and deep like she deserves, ignoring the jeering and fucking idiocy around us. That’s what being in this club feels like, grinding on my girl in the middle of the fucking clubhouse so everyone knows for fucking sure who she belongs to.
“Get the hell off of her before I fucking puke, dickhead,” Trink snarls at me, and Angel pulls away from me. I level my asshole of a sister with a savage look but she just grins back at me.
“Friday nights are church and ladies night, right? So get on, we’re busy talking about important shit.”
Angel huffs and squeezes my hand before she pulls away. “How exactly is forcing me to listen to your conquest stories important shit? Posey looks ready to puke and I’m about there myself.”
I give Trink another glare and she bounces off, her shorts too fucking short and Angel follows her, a little more comfortable around here now no one is watching her.
Well, Monroe is still watching her but we all know to just ignore that cunt.
King stalks out of his office and yells out, “Church!”
I shoot Speck a look to keep an eye on the girls and then I take my beer with me to the chapel. Rue is already in there, scowling at some paperwork and I park my ass next to him.
“What’s happened?” I murmur, and he scowls up at me.
“The Demons went into Shreveport last night. Took out thirty men while they slept. Someone let them in, got them past security, and unlocked the brothers’ bedroom fucking doors so they could be slaughtered in their sleep.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I take the papers from him and see the schematic of the Shreveport clubhouse, all of the security