Page 57 of Lore
Lore bursts out laughing, his broad shoulders shaking. “Where the fuck are you going to go? You live here.”
War sends Lore a look that would terrify a lesser man and kisses the top of his son’s head. When he looks back at Ora, his dark eyes soften. “Do you want to stay out here longer? I can put him down for his nap.”
Ora glances at the time on her phone. “Yeah, I’ll be up soon.”
He leans down and gives her a quick kiss before disappearing with his newborn.
“Possessive bastard,” Lore mutters, sitting down next to me and kissing the side of my neck.
“As if you can talk,” Ora muses, rolling her eyes. “Didn’t you punch Suit just for holding Dove?”
Lore lifts me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me. “That bastard was trying to take my family. That’s different.”
Ora arches her brow. “Really? Because Dove is hugging Bones right now. Maybe she’ll think he’s her da?—”
Ora doesn’t even get the full word out before Lore lifts me off him and gets up, running to Dove.
He drags Rider away from Skull, too, just for good measure, and takes them both to the playground.
Ora turns to me and grins. “I’m going to head up. I’m meant to be napping when Zade is.”
We say goodbye, and I sit back and enjoy a moment of silence. When my phone rings, I pick it up without glancing at the number. “Hello?”
There’s a pause. And then, “Atiana.”
“Trent?” I gasp, my brow furrowing. “How did you get this number?”
“You know I will always find you,” he murmurs. “I want you and my daughter back. Your bikers can keep Rider.”
Asshole.
“If you think you’re going to see Dove with all the shit you’re in…” I snap, losing my temper. “People are after you. You’ve stolen money. You aren’t going to put her in danger.”
“She’s my daughter,” he barks. “And you are my wife. I’ll die before I let either of you go.”
“That can be arranged,” I mutter.
“You think those bikers can protect you? Do you know the connections I have?”
“What? The mafia that’s trying to kill you right now because of the money you stole? Leave us alone, Trent. If you ever loved either of us, you will just leave us the fuck alone.”
“Not happening.”
Lifting my head, I notice Ghost from the corner of my eye. Dressed in all black, his head freshly shaved, he’s leaning back against one of the pool tables, cleaning his nails with a knife. When our eyes meet, he quickly sheaths his blade and comes over to me.
I’m kind of terrified of him, but he’s the only one around.
What? he mouths. Who is it?
“Trent,” I reply, and his gray eyes flicker with anger. He holds his tattooed hand out, and I give him the phone. I can see his knuckles are all busted.
He listens to whatever Trent is saying before he speaks, “This is Ghost. You come for our property, you will die. You hear me? I will kill you myself.” He ends the call and gives the phone back to me.
I don’t really like being called club property, but he’s defending me, and I appreciate that.
“I’ll go get Lore,” he murmurs, after studying me for a moment.
Prez walks into the room, shirtless.
