Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,47
that is secluded but that we know. Brooks, Enzo, and Z will wait while the rest of us are just out of sight. I’ll take the first shot, which will catch them off guard and you three have the opportunity to kill them while they’re stunned,” I suggest.
Z looks at me and I notice the uncertainty in his eyes, but he nods. “Yeah, lets fucking do it.”
“Christ get everyone here. No moves will be made until everyone is safe here. Go home, pack up. Come back tonight or tomorrow the latest. Once we have everyone here, I’ll make the goddamn phone call.” He sighs running his hands through his hair. “Go!”
Uncertain of it all, we walk out. I grab Z’s arm letting everyone walk past us. “I’ll come to your place first.”
He nods and we all leave. Normally, I have no fear going in on a plan, but this is different. This has us all questioning the outcome and that shit never ends well. I need to talk with Zane about making sure everyone is confident going in. I also need to prepare for Ivy because she’ll be here soon. This is not how I wanted it to be when she came back.
We walk into Z’s house and he grabs us each a beer. “I texted Harper, she’ll be home from Souls Two soon,” he says, popping the top off the beer.
“Z, we need to make sure we all go in confident. There’s too much uncertainty,” I say, tossing back the beer.
He sits down, leaning back in the kitchen chair. “Yeah, I know, brother. Once everyone is safe at Souls, I think we’ll all feel better.”
I fucking hope he’s right, because I’m not sure I’ll feel much better even with Ivy at Souls. I blow out a breath and nod. “Yeah alright.”
Zane grins as he finishes off his beer. “Listen, I know you’re unsure because of Ivy, but you can’t let that shit get the best of you. You’re the one who was always kicking my ass to handle everything with Kingsley. You told me not to get into my head. Take your own damn advice. Don’t hide out here. Go home, wait for Ivy, and talk to her. She’s stronger than you give her credit for.”
“Fuck you, I’m not hiding. I wanted to make sure we were both confident in the plan. I don’t need advice on what to do with Ivy.” I stand up and grin at him. “Thanks for always giving a shit though.”
When I get home, I try to clean up the best I can. Even clean this place looks like a shit hole. Once this situation is taken care of, I need to focus on making this house livable for a baby. My phone rings and I grab it off the counter, smiling when I see it’s Ivy.
“Hey sweetheart.”
“Hey, I’m almost there. Do you want me to stop and grab a pizza? I’m starving,” she says.
“You just get here safely. I’ll call and order pizza.”
After we hang up, I order some pizza and make sure that there’s enough water to get her through the night. Tomorrow they can all stock up at Souls. Tonight, I need to talk to Ivy and fucking hope she sees that I will protect her and the baby with my last dying breath.
When Ivy came walking through the door it was like all the fear, I was feeling lifted. I felt centered and ready for whatever the fuck is thrown at me. Now we are sitting in the living room finishing up the dinner as I try to keep my dick from being in charge. I need to talk to her before I fuck her the way we both need. As much as I don’t want to have this conversation, I need to fucking man up and just do it.
I turn slightly on the couch so I’m facing her and give her a reassuring grin. I rest my hand on my knees, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We need to talk, sweetheart.”
Immediately she goes stiff and straightens her back. “Okay,” she whispers.
“It’s not about us. Nothing has changed with us,” I say, pressing my lips against hers. She relaxes a bit, but still has her guard up. “I know you don’t like the club, but you also know I’ll never walk away. For us to make this work, I think being honest about what’s going on with the club will hopefully stop your questioning and worry.