Page 46 of Chief's Addiction

She pecked a kiss on my lips and turned and walked away. My eyes stayed glued to the sway of her hips and the memories of last night started playing on a reel in my mind.

Fuck, I wanted her again already. I glanced down at the bacon that was already starting to sizzle, thinking maybe breakfast could wait. Then reality came rushing in.

With a kid in the house, fucking my woman when and where I wanted was officially off the table. At least for now.

“Cockblocking kids,” I grumbled as I dug in my pocket for my phone. I needed to call the clubhouse and check in. It wasn’t like me to go radio silent this long and someone would start to worry. Opening my contacts, I hit call on Rage’s name.

“What’s up, Prez?”

“Just checking in after that shit last night at HD.”

“All is quiet here.” I could hear rustling through the line and then the squeaky sound of the clubhouse door opening and closing. “Doc said you’ve got a situation with a kid?”

I glanced toward the hallway where I could still hear the shower running. “Yeah. One of Cora’s kids. Foster father’s been using him as a punching bag. Pulled him out of there this morning.”

Rage went quiet for a moment. “Sparrow’s sister?”

Fuck. Me and my big fucking mouth. “Yeah. You got something you wanna say about it?”

“Nope. Not a thing.”

Smart fucking man. I knew I’d have to fill Sparrow in on how things were between me and his sister soon, and hope he didn’t lose his shit about it.

Not that it mattered if he did. Cora belonged to me now.

And like everyone else, he was going to have to get the fuck over it.

“The kid need anything?” Rage asked, pulling me back to the here and now.

“Nah. He’s good for now,” I said, flipping the bacon. “Any updates about Spike or his crew?”

“Nothing new, brother.”

“Yeah—” I blew out a breath. We needed to find him. “If you hear anything, hit me on my cell.”

“Will do.”

After hanging up, I dialed Morpheus to check in with him. “What?” he snapped when he finally answered.

“Progress report,” I demanded, wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder as I cracked eggs into a bowl.

“I’m close,” was all he said. “Real close.”

Before I could ask for details, the line went dead.

I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it for a second before shoving it back in my pocket. Morpheus was usually a chatty mother fucker, but Morph in hunting mode was a different animal entirely. But if he said he was close that meant we’d have that fucker in a cell at the warehouse soon.

Feeling eyes on me, I looked up.

Beckett was standing in the kitchen doorway, his hair damp from the shower, wearing clean clothes that didn’t quite fit him.

“Feel better?” I asked, turning back to whisk the eggs.

“Yeah. Thanks.” Two words. That was it. I couldn’t exactly blame him, though. If his foster dad was anything to go on, he hadn’t had any decent men in his life.

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” he admitted, moving further into the kitchen.

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