Page 25 of Lore
“I don’t care as long as he’s taken care of,” I admit.
“And what’s going to happen then?” Prez asks, running a hand over his beard, his expression thoughtful. “Have you spoken about that? Is she going to move nearby so you can see Rider all the time?”
My jaw tenses. “We haven’t spoken about it, but ideally, yes. I want her as close as possible.”
Like under me in my bed.
“I notice you haven’t been fucking around since she got here,” War points out, smirking. “With you and Haze out of commission, there’s going to be a lot of unsatisfied women around here.”
“Or maybe he’s just been more stealthy,” Blade suggests with a shrug. I’m about to punch him right in his glasses, but then I realize I need him. With this Trent guy being all techy, Blade is going to be one of the weapons we can wield against him.
My blue balls are also none of their business.
Atiana has been keeping our relationship focused on the kids and the kids only. In fact, I’m pretty sure she is trying to friend-zone me. Trying being the key word because even she can’t hide the chemistry and sexual tension between us. She’s trying to pretend it’s not there, and for now, I’m letting her. She’s been through something, and she needs time. I get that.
She made me wait for her for a long time when we met in high school, and I don’t expect her to go easy on me now after I hurt her so much.
“Did you tell her about the flowers that arrived at the gates?” Prez asks, and I wince.
“No, she doesn’t need to be even more stressed,” I admit. The flowers were a simple threat to let us know that Trent has figured out where she is.
I don’t give a fuck, though, as long as he stays beyond those gates.
If he steps inside our clubhouse, I’ll kill him.
“You should tell her,” War suggests, regarding me carefully.
“Are you a relationship expert now?” I tease.
“Ora’s wearing my patch, isn’t she?” is all he replies, smirking. “She’s about to have my child. And she’s wearing my ring.”
War officially proposed to her, and they plan to get married after the baby is born.
“I’m working on it,” I grumble.
“Never thought I’d see the day,” Ghost mutters, speaking up for the first time since he got here.
“Really? How’s stalking Xanthe going?” I mock, sick of them all giving me shit.
His expression doesn’t change. Then again, it rarely does. “She’s safe.”
I slam my fist against the table. “And my woman is going to be safe too.”
They all share a look.
Yeah, I know it’s not like me. I’m the fun one who makes a joke out of anything. I rarely take things seriously. Life is a playground, and I’m usually the one on the wildest ride, but I have too much on the line now. I have a fucking woman and two children to protect.
“Yes, she will be,” Prez replies, glancing around the table. “Keep your eyes open. We’ll continue taking turns watching the security cameras, and the prospects will be watching Lu’s bakery at all times. Angel and Ghost are going to continue hunting Trent down.”
“Any word on Daisy?” Scorpio asks, and the table goes silent.
I know the baby isn’t mine, but there are a few other men sitting here right now who were with her around that time.
“Why, do you know whose baby it is?” I ask, curious as fuck. I know some of the men did the testing before she disappeared.
“Not yet,” Scorp replies, but he shares a look with our Prez that makes me think he’s lying.
I don’t have the time to deal with that right now, though.
