Page 40 of Thorsten Wisely Dicey MC

Archer releases a frustrated breath. “We really need to talk first, then he can hear all about it…after, not before.”

Livi crosses her arms in front of her chest. “Then we don’t have anything to discuss.”

I lean in and whisper in her ear, “You just upscaled to smitten stage, right up there with fondness, and feeling deeply affected.”

Livi snorts. “Whatever makes your dick hard works fine with me.”

A chuckle rips from me. “You, babe. Only you can get my dick hard, nothing else will do.”

She pats my chest. “Replies like that will get you laid.”

“Fuck. Me,” Archer grumbles. “Please pop out a few kids soon and get to the stage where you two don’t have your fuckin’ heads in the clouds due to all the extra obligations. Honeymoon stage is nauseating and time consuming.”

Livi freezes in my grip. I don’t like her reaction nor this fucker’s statement in my own damn clubhouse.

“We like how things are just fine, asshole. Church now.” I point in the direction he needs to move in.

He gives me a tight nod and pushes away from the wall he was leaning against. Falcon is standing at the end of the hallway when we stroll past him.

“Go on, I’ll be right behind you. I want to ask Falcon a favor,” I tell Livi.

She simply gives me a smile and walks into church behind Archer. I give my attention to my brother who points at me, then places his fist against his heart, and moves his hand to point in the direction Livi just disappeared in.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I totally faceplanted for this woman with my eyes wide open.”

There’s no way I’d throw out the word love. It’s too soon, and too fucking twisted. Though, it’s a word very fitting to what I feel for this woman.

I keep my voice to a whisper when I ask, “Do you still message back and forth with her friend?”

Falcon nods.

“Could you ask her to buy a pregnancy test and swing by the clubhouse?”

My brother’s eyes go wide right before a huge grin slides across his face. He gives me another tight nod.

Taking a step in the direction of church, I add, “Keep it between us for now, okay?”

Grin still in place, he gives me a thumbs-up. Shaking my head, I enter the room where I find Livi standing in front of Archer.

She has her fingers in her ears and Archer growls, “Real mature, cousin.”

“Can’t hear you,” she tells him with a singsong voice.

My lips twitch.

“And yet you still fucking reply.” Archer sighs.

I close the door behind me. “Okay, I’m here.”

“Fine,” Archer growls and pulls an envelope from his pocket. “Are you sure about this fucker? And don’t give me the farting rose petals and shit, I mean long-term, raising a family, standing beside your man as a president’s old lady. Even if he keeps killing and drags you down a criminal hole where he gets thrown in a jail cell and leaves you to fend for yourself.”

Livi doesn’t even blink. “I stand behind my old man no matter what direction he guides his brotherhood in. Although, mutiny against his own president and father happened because no one wanted to be dragged into the deal with the cartel. But again, he’s the president, and I normally don’t sit at this table where decisions are made about club business.”

“Spoken like a true old lady,” Archer mutters.

I step behind my woman, feeling proud as fuck.

“Fine,” he huffs, and to my surprise Archer looks right at me when he adds, “I’ve managed to strike a deal with the government concerning Wisely Dicey. Recently we’ve added another MC who on occasion works cases for the government. The justice system thrives on these cases, and so does law enforcement. Less risks when it comes to undercover work and letting it play out through people who are already in the situation works perfectly. So, are you willing to sign a contract with the government? Bring down the cartel and get paid for it like a normal day job?”

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