Page 33 of Brood

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I had her wrapped in my arms all night, right where I intend on keeping her. Only the sharp knock at the door has me pulling away. “Good morning.” Oh, damn it. Rolling over, I look up to see Cammy holding a wiggling Kasin in her arms. She relents and lets him down. “I hope things are covered.” She smirks as Kasin bounces up onto the bed, jolting awake Jordyn if she wasn’t awake already. She doesn’t miss a beat though. Her bright smile is what greets Kasin as she rolls over.

“Hey, Kas.” He responds by wrapping his arms around her and damn it if my heart doesn’t try to explode in my chest.

“I don’t get a hug?” I ask my boy, who then comes to hug me.

“Well, I would love to stick around for family bonding time, but Iris left the café responsibilities to Ginger and me and God knows that woman can’t cook. I need to get going. Call if you need anything, Brood. Bye, Kasin.” With that Cammy is gone. That wasn’t at all awkward. I didn’t miss the look she gave Jordyn. Like she would love nothing more than to rip her head off. It was only for a split second, but I saw it. I knew there was going to be some animosity. I will just have to keep it in check. Last thing I want is a fucking catfight. We got enough with the club girls getting into squabbles with the old ladies whenever their men tend to stay at the club way too late. The girls know the score and tend to stay away but every now and then there is one of them that likes to push the boundaries. That is when the claws come out. And fuck do they come out.

“Did Cammy feed you already?” Jordyn asks Kasin getting a head shake in return. “What would you like to eat for breakfast?” He, of course, doesn’t answer, but he does surprise me by hopping off the bed and taking off out of the room.

“Apparently nothing?” I laugh and toss the covers aside to get out of bed. Jordyn does the same right about the time Kasin comes bouncing back into the room holding the bowl I left drying on the countertop last night. “You want pancakes?” He gives a one jerk nod then goes right back out of the room. “How about some pancakes?”

Jordyn lets out a laugh that is the sweetest music to my ears. “I would love some.”

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Pancakes all eaten and dishes all clean I accept that I have waited long enough and need to get to the clubhouse while it is still morning. “I have to get going. Would you—”

“You don’t even have to ask.” I almost open my mouth and tell her I love her right there but stop myself, knowing full well it would probably scare the hell out of her. And me if I’m being honest. It’s been barely two weeks since she walked into my life.

“I will be back later. If you get bored, I have a stroller in the entryway. You could bring him to the playground at the clubhouse. Snacks are in there.” I point at one of the cupboards.

“We will manage.” I can’t leave without kissing her. So, without a second thought, I stride over and pull her off the seat she was eating her breakfast in and meld her body with mine. I let my lips linger over hers before I go in for the kiss. I taste the maple syrup on her as I delve in deep and kiss the hell out of her. It takes several seconds before I force myself away from her sweetness. The flush on her cheeks tells me I did good with the goodbye.

“See you later today, baby,” I whisper into her lips then pull away. “Bye Kas. Be good for Jordyn.” I point at my boy who has an ear to ear grin on his face. One that matches my own. Fuck, it has been a while.

That is exactly what I hear when I step into the clubhouse five minutes later. “What the fuck happened to your face?” Roman comes right up to me as if to examine my face.

“What?” I bring my hand up to feel what he is talking about, thinking I might have syrup in my beard or something.

“You’re… smiling. It’s fucking… scary.”

“Fuck you, asshole.” I shove him away.

“I’d be smiling too if I had—” Luck starts but I cut him off.

“So much of your life expectancy depends on if you finish that sentence.” I point at Luck, who is already in the room waiting for church to start. He holds up his hands in surrender, deciding for once to shut his big fucking mouth.

“Tell me what we have going on.” I get started right away sitting in my seat as the door is closed.

“Well, the whole fake Jordyn’s death is kind of shot to shit,” Wiz pipes up. “They know she is alive, and that she has someone looking out for her. Her turning up somewhere dead won’t add up now, not with her being seen with a couple of bikers. They don’t know who you are yet, but they will soon enough.” He spins his computer around showing off three sketches looking an awful lot like Me, Show, and Roman. Guess I shouldn’t be too surprised.

“I believe they have captured your likeness. Mine not so much and fuck… is that supposed to be Show?” Roman laughs at the sketch. He is right. They got Show looking like a damn bobblehead.

“Motherfuckers, my head isn’t that big,” Show gripes and reaches up to scratch his bald head.

“Grow your beard back, and maybe it won’t look so big. At least you don’t look like a Barbie doll.” Roman laughs. “My hair isn’t that fucking long.”

“Jesus, who the fuck cares what either of you looks like,” I snap.

“Easy for you to say, that’s a damn good sketch of you. Won’t take them long to figure out who you are,” Roman quips.

“Anyway.” Wiz thankfully stops the whining about the sketches. “Thing is, they are out there. A reward right along with the one offered for Jordyn has been posted. They are offering ten thousand for each of you. Butch is pissed and wants her back.” Over my dead body will he get her back.

“We will let it ride for now. Let him do his search. Keep someone posted at every entrance of town, and let’s get the perimeter cams set up too. Wiz, you good with staying a while longer?” With Gin having left a few days ago, hopefully, Wiz will stay a bit longer.

“Yeah. Not much to get back to. Rico is covering whatever I was on.”

“Good. Have at the surveillance room. Get whatever you need to make this place secure. And Roman? Make some calls, I think we need to get the armory stocked.”

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