Page 19 of Zeus's Ruin

CHAPTER?FOURTEEN

Zeus?

“How you doin’ there, darlin’?”I ask as Sugar stares at me from the couch in the Vegas clubhouse.?

Her cherry lips twist in a lazy grin.“I’m drunk.”?

“And high,” Scorpio adds.“And sexy.”?

“I’m all of those things.”She giggles.“But Scorpio is high too.So I’m not sure he’s the best judge of character.”?

I grin indulgently.“I don’t know.He always could pick ’em.”?

“Hell, yes I can, brother.”Scorpio claps a hand on Sugar’s knee.“But I got a hell of a wobbly boot.You wanna help me get my beautiful bride to bed?”?

I raise a brow, because this is entirely unlike Scorpio.“Never known you to need help before, Prez.”?

“Yeah, well, I’ve never had a wedding night I didn’t wanna fuck up, before.”?

“Alright, you two.Come on.Let’s get you off to bed before you hurt yourselves.”?

Sugar pouts but lets me pull her to her feet.She’d showered hours ago, scrubbed her face free of makeup and blood and changed out of her ruined dress.She looks beautiful like this.She looks almost happy.All the angst and turmoil of our fight with the Heathens forgotten, our kiss forgotten, she’s smiling again.Which is all I ever want for her; to be happy.She throws her arm around my shoulder, and Scorpio flanks her other side.He’s drunker than I thought and sways heavily to the right, almost causing the three of us to topple.I right them both and lead us down the hall, even though my own legs are wobbly as a sailor’s boot.I don’t know how we make it past all of the people in one piece, but eventually, I open the door to Prez’s room and step inside.

Sugar stumbles in after me and throws her arms around my neck.Her tits press into my rigid torso, and it’s hard not to get lost in her softness.Scorpio shuts the door with his boot, and my eyes snap to his.I expect to find fiery death in his gaze, but he gives me the mischievous grin I’ve seen all too often since we were prospects.The grin that says he’s about to get up to no good.?

“What’s that look about, brother?”?

“Nothing.Can’t a man admire his brother and his wife getting along so well?”?

“Not usually, no.”?

Scorpio takes the few steps toward us and wraps his arms around us both.“Look at my perfect fuckin’ wife.Isn’t she beautiful, brother?”?

Sugar sways in our arms, making us all move in some fucked up foot shuffle to avoid falling over.My gaze rolls over the beauty in my arms and my heart aches that I can’t touch her the way I want.I swallow hard and whisper, “She’s perfect.”?

She smiles up at me, her bloodshot eyes sparkling with more than just liquor and coke.But I guess we’ve all imbibed too much tonight.??

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