Page 70 of Wild Night

Shaking my head once, I pinch my eyes closed then open them slowly. “I just unloaded everything on you when I’m supposed to be older, wiser, and more mature. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Dakota snorts. “Girl,” she says on a laugh, “this is just your story, and it was time to unleash it. Now, let’s go get some pastries and talk about the future.”

“The future?” I ask on a sniffle.

She hums. “Babies, marriage, the club life. We have a lot to go over, all of which we can’t do without sugar and carbs.”

And there it is. My chaos doesn’t negatively affect her. There is nothing in my niece’s eyes but love and acceptance. Just like when Justin looks at me, that’s all I see with him, too. This is where I was meant to be, where I was meant to land. I feel it now, deep inside of me. Everything else that has happened has just been preparing me for this part of my beginning, for this world. And I’m tired of panicking about it. I need to embrace and accept it, because this is fate and love.

This is everything my sister would have wanted for us. I know it, deep in my bones. The cult and whatever else happened with her be damned, this is what we dreamed about late at night when we whispered our hopes and dreams.

This is perfection.

IVY

“That is fucking weird,” Bullet announces.

“No shit,” I snap. “That’s why I called you.”

He dips his chin while his eyes continue to scan the paper as if it’s going to give him an answer. It’s not going to give either of us anything. If my surveillance footage can’t give me anything, this little note won’t.

“Could it have been a client? Maybe during a meeting?”

I let out a laugh. “I try not to fuck with my own clients,” I point out the obvious. I know he’s just going through the options about it, though. Trying to go through all the possible scenarios.

“Any of them serving?”

“A few,” I murmur. “All guilty for whatever they did. I try not to lose when I know the client is innocent.”

Bullet’s brow arches. “That sounds a little scary,” he says. “What about us?” he asks.

My lips twitch into a smirk. “Reapers are always innocent,” I state.

It’s his turn to chuckle. The conversation drops because he knows that what I do for the club is not the same as what anyone else does. My focus needs to be this fucking note, and so does Bullet’s.

“I don’t understand how it got in here,” I mutter. “My cameras have been on.”

Then Bullet’s eyes fly to mine, and I can tell that something entered his brain. He clears his throat. “You still logged in?” he demands.

“Yeah.”

I watch him walk around my desk, sink down in the chair, and then his fingers move across the keyboard. He doesn’t say anything to me, his eyes focused on whatever the fuck he’s looking at. I’m no slouch when it comes to computers, but I also don’t do much for the surveillance company. I’m more of a silent partner. This is my job. This is my focus. I’m not down at Thunder Security Supply so much.

“I’m going to need to call in someone else,” he mutters, almost as if he’s talking to himself. A few seconds later, Razor confirms that he’s on his way over and is bringing Viking with him.

“Razor and Viking?” I ask.

Bullet grunts, then leans back in my office chair, his focus on the computer screen in front of him as he speaks. “They know more about this shit than I do. They’re the ones who research the shit we buy and sell.”

Taking my phone out of my pocket, I send Posey a text to let her know that I won’t be home right away. In fact, I don’t know when the fuck I’m going to be home, because I don’t know what the fuck I’m dealing with here.

PRINCESS: That’s okay. I’m with Dakota. I think we’re going to head to the club. I’ll see you there.

The thought of her being at the club without officially being claimed turns my stomach. Even though I’ve told everyone with fucking ears that she’s mine, I know those assholes. And I know any one of them would want a taste of Posey if they thought they could have it.

They can’t.

BE GOOD. SEE YOU SOON.

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