Page 122 of The Saviors: Part One
“Fuck you, Godzilla. You know I’m right.”
“We still have a lot to work through with Chelsea. How would that even work?” Cole asks.
“Make your move or don’t. I’m not going to put your dick in her for you.” Cole turns to Sean with a glare, and Sean just grins. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch. All I’m saying is I’m not going to get involved.”
“Bullshit,” I laugh. “You put me on the fucking spot that first night.”
“That’s different. It was like leading a toddler around to get you to admit your feelings. Admit it, if I didn’t say anything, you never would have made a move.” He’s not wrong. There’s no way in hell I would have had the balls to do what his crazy ass suggested if he didn’t give me a push. And I’m fucking glad that he did. Being with Chelsea has made me realize that although I do a lot of bad shit for the Saviors, it doesn’t make me a bad person. We were dealt a crap hand in life, and everyone deals with it differently. “It makes perfect sense,” Sean continues. “We’re all together anyway, we all want to protect Chelsea, and she deserves men laying at her feet begging for her attention. And what better men than us?”
“I can’t believe I’m going to say this,” Axel says dryly. “But he’s got a point.”
Cole turns wide eyes to Axel. “Did you just agree with Sean? Who the fuck are you, and what did you do with Axel?”
“Shut up. You can’t tell me this isn’t what you’ve wanted since we were kids, man. We finally have a chance to show her what we couldn’t show her then. We were too young then to know this is even possible. Weknowthis can work.”
“Look, if Ghost can get multiple people to love his grumpy ass, then you guys have a good shot,” Sean says, and I bust out laughing. “In all seriousness, though, if you guys do this, you better not fucking hurt her. I will kill you without hesitation, and I know Godzilla will too.”
Axel nods. “I have no intention of hurting her ever again.”
Axel pulls up to the gate, punches in the code, and drives around the side of the house. We check on the guy in the truck’s bed and head inside. We have to find a place to put him to interrogate him. When we push open the door leading into the house, Chelsea and Nolan’s laugh filters through the house.
“Damn. I love that sound,” Axel comments.
“Which one?” Sean laughs, kicking his boots off.
“Both.”
We follow the sound into her office to find her and Nolan sitting at the conference table with snacks between them. She looks over her shoulder with a smile, taking my fucking breath away.
“Hey,” she greets. Sean wastes no time laying a kiss on her lips, and I do the same. Axel and Cole exchange a look then they both kiss her on the forehead. She looks startled for a second but smooths out her features when we all sit around the table. “Where’s your prisoner?”
“Tied up in the back of my truck,” Axel answers. “What was so funny?”
Nolan and Chelsea start laughing again. “I set up a dating profile for Ari, and he’s been bombarded with text messages and phone calls since I did it,” Nolan answers.
“You put his real number on there?” Cole asks with a laugh.
“It was her idea.”
“Hey!” Chelsea exclaims. “I told you to put his email, not his phone number.”
“Yeah, but he never checks his emails. Anyway, he’s really fucking mad and threatening bodily harm, so I might need you to protect me.”
Axel chuckles. “You got it, Naughty boy.”
Nolan’s phone rings, and I know who it is before he even answers it because of the smile on his face. He answers and flips it to speakerphone. “Hey, Pops.”
“Don’t hey pops me, you little motherfucker. Change my number. Now.”
“No can do. I’ve seemed to have lost the ability to do that.”
“You’re going to lose the ability to do a lot if you don’t change my goddamn number and take that profile down.”
“Sorry, Pops, but the reception is really bad here. Can you repeat that?” Chelsea finally starts busting out laughing, and Sean’s laughing so hard that he’s wheezing.
“Nolan,” Ari growls. “Take it down and change my fucking number. You have two minutes.”
“Or what?”
