“War—”
“He fucked up, and you got kidnapped,” he reminds me.
“I left because ofyou, not because of Omen,” I snap, getting angry about the situation all over again. “If anyone should be sent away, it’syou.”
Everyone goes silent, even Bones, who is looking toward the door longingly.
But I feel bad. It wasn’t the prospect’s fault, and I don’t want him held accountable formyactions.
War doesn’t get angry at my outburst. Instead, he gently kisses my temple and sighs. “I belong wherever you are, Ora.”
He really does make it hard to stay angry at him.
Bones mutters something about needing to take notes for when he finds an old lady.
And then War carries me back to bed to have his dessert.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
ORA
“Can I get you anything?” I ask Dad, sitting at the bar having a beer. “Are you meant to be drinking?”
He grins at me over the bottle. “Ora, I’m fine. You don’t need to hover around me. Let me enjoy a beer in peace.”
Tonight is the party, and Lu and I have spent all day getting everything ready. We ordered take-out this time, but we made the desserts.
Rose suddenly slides up to him, running her fingers across his chest. My nose wrinkles. I understand he’s a single man and the president, but I don’t want to see that shit. It then hits me that he has to watch War and me kissing each other all the time because we don’t exactly shy away from PDA. But knowing Rome sleeps with the same women the younger men do fucking creeps me out.
But this ishis club.
This ishis life.
He whispers something in her ear, and she pouts but leaves us alone.
“You go have fun. I’m going to go check on the cake,” I say, turning to leave.
He gently grabs my arm and pulls me back toward him. “You know no one is more important to me than you, right? If you ever feel uncomfortable, you tell me.”
“I don’t want you to have to change who you are,” I reply, trying to find the right words. “You didn’t want me with War, but you are dealing with it. I’m going to have to deal with the club girls wanting a piece of you even though you’re…” I trail off.
“Handsome? Powerful? Sexy?” he suggests, amusement dancing in his blue eyes. His twin dimples even make an appearance.
“Old.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “I’m in my prime, Ora. And it might surprise you, but women still find me appealing.”
“Gross,” I whisper, and he laughs some more.
“Prez, Sarah’s out front,” Danger calls out, a scowl on his face. “I didn’t let her in, so she’s waiting outside the gate.”
I share a look with Dad, who dips his head to plant a kiss on my hair. “She’s not welcome here any longer. My loyalty isn’t to Sarah. It’s to the club. It’s to you.”
“Dad—”
I follow him outside, where Sarah is crying. “You’re just going to ban me from a place that was my home?”
“You’re with Insanity MC now, Sarah. And don’t even try and lie about it. We had you followed, and we know you and Pippa were spying on us for them,” Dad says to her while shaking his head. “Kate is probably rolling in her grave right now.”