Page 34 of Marx

“OK, that’s enough heart to heart stuff, let’s get you into bed.” She laughs but does exactly what I say, climbing into her side of the bed, lying on her side, hands tucked under her cheek.

“Marx?”

“Hmm?” I grunt, moving toward the door.

“Can you do me a favor?” I nod once, knowing I’d do anything this woman asked of me. “Please check on Sniper? I know he put on a show earlier today, but he’s more sensitive than we think. Hurting his brother is going to take a toll on him. I just don’t think he should be dealing with this on his own. Promise me you’ll check on him?”

Even if she hadn’t asked, that’s exactly where I planned on heading. My MC brother is hurting, and I need to make it right. The fact Lovely could see it too and wants Sniper to be comforted makes me want to blurt out the words that have been filling my chest since the day I thought I lost her. Instead, I look into her deep brown eyes and I say exactly what I think she wants to hear.

“As you wish.”

Pops

“Why are you being creepy?”

“I’m not being creepy.”

“Ah, yes you are. Come on, Sid, stop spying on them!” I swiftly push my hips back, effectively dodging Debs’ backhand to the gut. Instead she winds up and slaps me on my protruding ass.

“Oh, do that again,”

She rolls her eyes and snorts, then slaps me again. “Why did I agree to marry you again?”

“Because I’m romantic, thoughtful, have a decent sized dick with good recovery and I have a very skilled tongue.”

“Sid!”

I snort and then go back to standing at the window with my binoculars.

“Can’t you just leave them be? They’ll sort this out in their own time.” Debs says from somewhere behind me, most likely getting things ready for tomorrow’s breakfast.

“Look, if I thought the kid could pull this off himself I’d leave him to it. But it turns out Marx is way dumber than he looks.”

“That’s my kid you’re talking about.”

I jump at the sound of Mad Dog’s voice over my shoulder.

“Holy shit! How the hell does a bastard as big as you move so silently? It’s fucking dangerous. It’ll give me a heart attack one day,” I bitch.

No one gives a shit. Debs chuckles and Mad Dog ignores me, moving to steal a muffin off the cooling tray. My woman swats him away before he can get his mitts on them and I can’t help but give him a shit eating grin. She let me have one.

“How are they doing over there?”

“Not you too!” Debs exclaims, throwing her hands in the air.

“Yeah, me too. I don’t want to think I made dumb kids -”

“Debatable,” I mumble

“But shit, Marx just can’t stop saying dumb shit. That little lady is perfect for him and the MC as the Pres’ Ol Lady, but he fucked it all up and now he has to do the hard yards to win her over. So, how’s he doing?”

“Well, they watched The Princess Bride. Lovely and Bee fell asleep, your boy put Bee to bed and then seemed to be snooping around Lovely’s room, so we should have a word to him about other people’s privacy.” Debs’ brows fly to her hairline but I ignore the look she gives me. “Then they had a conversation and I know he must have seen her drawings. She’s fucking talented, that one. Anyway, he’s just tucked her into bed and now he seems to be heading toward my office.”

“Good. That sounds like he didn’t fuck things up at least.”

“Nope. I think he might be learning.”

“Well, I mean, I am his father. I’ve been known to woo women in my time.”

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