Page 92 of Prince Charming

“It will be. The little shit crashed one of the club’s SUV’s in a ditch. Cops took him. Luckily, he hadn’t been drinking, acting the fucking fool, showing off for a chick.”

“Oh. Will he get into trouble?”

“With the cops? Probably a fine. With the club? Yeah. He knows the rules. He’s been acting up for a while now.”

“He’s one of those… what did you call it, probation boys?”

“Prospects.”

“Do you think he might have changed his mind?”

“I think so, darlin’. Gonna talk to Snake about it, he’s the one who put Dix forward to be a prospect, so he gets the final say.”

“Sometimes,” she started, surrounded in darkness and a good smelling man. “A person’s ambitions change. Maybe Dix found the club because of a need he had inside him, but that need has been met and he’s ready for something new.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Shame to lose someone who we know is a good fit for us.”

“Does this mean he can’t join the MC in a few years? Perhaps when he matures and finds his place in the world.”

“Not sure, actually. Never happened to us before. Rider is a fair prez. If he likes someone he gives them a chance. But if Dix keeps fucking up like he has been, then there’s no second shot for him.”

After a beat of silence, his lips touched her neck again. “Catch some sleep, Anna. You got a big Drake Christmas breakfast to face tomorrow.”

She smiled into the pillow, not much of a big breakfast person, but she’d eat anything he made.

They slept. And then they went for a Christmas morning run together around the neighborhood. The breakfast he made was colossal. Barely finishing a quarter of the cheesy egg and hash browns casserole concoction. Luckily, hungry Tag was more than willing to clean his plate and hers. Learning about a fighter’s routine meant she had a front-row seat to the calories he ate and his training regime. He ate like a horse and looked like a Hollywood actor.

God had seriously blessed this boy.

After breakfast, she cleaned. Then, with Tag in the background chilling on the couch, she spent a few hours on a video call with her family. It was mostly Marianna watching as they caused a giant mess in the living room with their new toys. It was perfect.

She came away with a smile and happy tears in her heart.

Things had to work out, she decided. She couldn’t accept anything else. She’d have her babies with her, no matter what she had to do.

And like fate was on her side, she received a text late on Christmas night from Mister G to meet him the following morning.

Lightheaded, Marianna danced around Tag’s kitchen. He walked in, catching her in the middle of a spin. He grinned. “What’s all this?”

“Feeling happy.Spasiba.Thank youfor a wonderful Christmas, Luke.”

She truly meant it. All these memories were stored in her heart forever, to dine on them when times became lonely again.

His smile was dazzling. A little dirty and altogether too hot as he strode across the room, bringing the smell of snow with him. His hand was ice cold when he gripped her chin, tipped it up and kissed her soundly.

A kiss for Christmas.

She wound her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him, holding nothing back. Pouring her happiness into him, she fed on the euphoric feeling inside her.

She was getting her kids back, andsoon.

She could feel it.

It was going to happen.

TWENTY-FOUR

“Secrets and exes.” – Tag

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