Page 52 of Bratva Wolf

Wystan stands. “It’s my idea. I drove.”

“Oh?” I walk by them and stroll into the kitchen and pull outingredients for a sandwich. Wystan follows me into the kitchen.

“We’re worried about you.”

“I’m good. Thanks. Why are you here?”

“I wanted to express my concern that you’re not staying at Thane’s?”

My brow lifts. “Isn’t this far below your management level?”

He laughs. I’m caught off-guard by his reaction. “You’re funny. Thane needs that. He’s too serious. I can’t protect you if you’re here.”

Cocking my head, I smirk. “That’s not exactly true, is it?”

His eyes widen.

“You could post a guard or something. You could have someone sleep on the sofa and keep an eye out. Right?”

He shrugs. “Yes.”

I slap the mayo on the bread and place cheese slices on the bread, followed by sliced chicken. “What you want is for me to ignore the fact that Thane knew information that he shouldn’t have kept from me and just forgive.”

He nods with his arms across his chest. “Exactly.”

I put the other piece of bread on my sandwich and slice a knife to cut it, picking it up to take a bite. I realize I’m starving. I’m always hungry now.

Wystan’s face softens. “He loves you. He kept the information to protect you. You had just been rescued and were injured. What man dumps crap on you when you’re tired and vulnerable?”

He’s got a point. I’ve missed him more than I ever expected. I’ll talk to Dr. Kemmerer about this at my appointment on Monday. I’m just so damn tired. Looking around Wystan, I see Thane staring from the card table. Three more bites as my head and heart war for supremacy, and I just cave. “Sure. Fine. I’ll move back in.”

“Thank God.” Thane mutters from the doorway behindWystan. He’s on me so fast, with his arms wrapped around my waist, touching my baby bump. He whispers as Wystan walks to the ladies. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ll get my stuff together, and we can go back to your place.”

He rests his head on mine. “Our place.”

I shrug. “Eh.”

TWO MONTHS LATER

THANE

I’m sitting at the curb at the university. This isn’t where I want to wait, but she demanded I not come to the door. It’s been eight weeks since she lost her trust in me. Fingers and Marco have assured me that the Morejons have more pressing things to worry about than Red. Marco also made it clear they aren’t worried about Red knowing Arturo killed her family. I still see the pain in her eyes, and I’m struggling with my bratva responsibilities and not wanting to leave her alone. Papa still hasn’t allowed me completely back into the family fold. My jobs consist of online work and late-night management of his clubs.

Red strolls up to the SUV, and I run around to open her door. I kiss her cheek. “Good morning?”

“Yeah. I’ll be glad to be done.”

I nod. Two men walk by and double take as she’s getting into the vehicle. My blood boils, and as I get into the driver’s seat, a bright light bulb clicks in my brain. I put my hand on her leg and beam. “Marry me.”

Red stares. “What?”

I add a little more lilt to my voice. “Marry me.”

“Why?”

“You’re carrying my child. My name gives you protection.We’re already living together.”

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