Page 20 of The Saviors: Part Two
“Keep talking shit, Naughty boy.”
“What are you going to do, Captain peg leg?”
Gage almost falls to the floor from laughing so hard. “I knew I loved this kid.”
“You would,” Zane says dryly, turning around to add more food to the island. “Let’s eat.”
We get out plates and dig in. When I look at Chelsea, she’s pushing her food around her plate. “You don’t like it?”
“No. It’s good.” She smiles, but I can see it’s strained around the edges.
I lean toward her to whisper, “Wipe whatever that motherfucker said out of your head, Chelsea Dawn.” Her eyes widen. “I hate that you went through that again, but what he said means nothing.”
“But it does,” she hisses.
“It hurts. I’m not disputing that. But everything he said is a damn lie.”
“I’m trying. That’s all I can do.”
I kiss her forehead. “I know. But you’re going to need your strength when you kill his ass.”
“Oh,” Les says, popping her head around Axel’s arm. “Who is Chelsea killing? Because I’m so down for her to cut his dick off.”
“Ow,Il mio sole,” Ryder chuckles, then shrugs. “I’ll hold him down.”
“I’ll turn him into a punching bag,” Gage says.
“I’ll blow his house up,” Mateo adds.
“Of course you will, Baby boy,” Gray laughs. He looks at Chelsea. “But no matter what you do? You have us.”
“Thank you,” she chokes out. “I’ve never had this many people in my corner before.”
Les shrugs. “You’re stuck with us. When this is over, you need to have a girl’s day with me, Evie, and Bridget.”
Evie laughs. “Those are always fun.”
“We usually pick them up drunk somewhere,” Micah throws in.
“I’d drink all the time if I had to put up with you as my husband,” Les says.
“I’d sling myself off the closest bridge if you were my wife,” Micah retorts.
Chelsea laughs, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. “You can tell they’re related.”
“This is nothing,” Dex adds.
I slide off my stool, making another plate. “I’m going to take this to Kai.” I go out to the patio where I know he is and hand it to him.
He carefully takes it from my hands and sits it in his lap. “Thanks.”
I sit beside him, careful to keep my distance. “How are you doing?”
“I couldn’t sleep. I can’t do this again, Cole.”
“I know. But we’re here, and so is Chelsea.”
He puts his plate on the table and sits up. “I couldn’t even hug her. I thought she was fucking dead for four goddamn days, and I can’t touch her. All because I’m a fucking pussy.”
