Page 20 of Fanatic

My eyes widened, and I chuckled.

Chance winced.

“Dax and Olivia are being little fuckers. I came home the other day, and Clio was drinking a huge glass of wine as they beat the shit out of each other,” Chance explained.

I laughed harder.

“Doesn’t help that seventy per cent of the old ladies are knocked up, and it’s a hormonal bitch fest,” Diesel griped.

“That include Alice?” I asked.

“Yeah. But I can bribe her,” Diesel made a face. “Alice wants pickles, chocolate, and peanut butter in a sandwich together.”

“What the fuck is wrong with your woman?” Chance demanded, looking grossed out.

“I wanna know that too!” Diesel snapped.

“The only one having an easy pregnancy is Madisen. Levi has the most chilled-out woman going,” Chance whined.

“Are the pregnant ladies scaring you, Chance?” I teased, and he nodded.

“Fuck yeah. Willow, I swear to God, their heads are gonna start spinning. And that damn candidate is the only one they seem to like apart from Fanatic,” Chance complained.

“Him?” I recalled the man who’d rode off.

“Yup. Jinx. They adore him. Hate everyone else with a dick, but love Jinx and Fanatic,” Diesel stated.

I twisted and looked at Fanatic.

“What can I say? I’m fuckin’ amazing!” Fanatic gloated.

“Swear to God you are a suck-up. Not sure how you’re my nephew,” Chance announced.

“Keep telling ya, listen to them and then you can anticipate their needs,” Fanatic said.

“Prospect, I’ve had my kids. Shouldn’t have to pamper my brother’s pregnant old ladies,” Chance declared.

Fanatic nodded. “And they know that, which is why they’re determined to make you miserable.”

I laughed. I could actually see the old ladies doing that. Oh boy, this needed to be filmed. I bet the clubhouse was a riot of laughs.

“We’re going kid. Got a cookout Saturday if you wanna come. Family only. Seems the barflies pissed Thalia off, and she nearly killed one. Clio thinks it’s amusing,” Chance said, shaking his head. Somehow, I knew Chance liked that Clio thought it funny.

Diesel and Chance straddled their bikes and offered chin nods as they backed out of the drive. Curtains twitched again, and I smirked. As they roared away, I turned to Fanatic.

“Where’s your hog?”

“At the clubhouse, I need to fetch it.”

“Let’s go shopping. I need a few bits. I can’t sle… I’ll buy new bedding and towels and get some groceries to tide us over.”

Fanatic nodded, understanding immediately what I avoided saying. I couldn’t sleep in sheets that Grey had once slept in with me. Reliving that would be painful.

We moved the cars around, and I climbed into Fanatic’s now empty SUV. Danny babbled as Fanatic threw him mock questions and pretended to have a conversation. Yeah, I needed to find him a nice girl. One he couldn’t refuse.

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I hated shopping. Really loathed it, but somehow it wasn’t that bad with Willow. She literally headed for what she required, and that was it. No browsing or dashing aisle to aisle or backtracking. It was a relief when, an hour and a half later, Willow pulled up outside the gates of the clubhouse.

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