Page 226 of Boy of Ruin
But I let it go, because our baby growing inside of her is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. I place my hand over her belly now, my chest tightening thinking about it.
Being a father. Her, a mother.
She’s already so perfect. She’ll be even better then.
I haven’t heard from Jeremiah Rain, and sometimes, I think he might be dead. I don’t think I care.
But sometimes…I wonder if I do.
A few nights, Sid has cried over him, and while it pisses me off, seeing her so emotional over another man like that, I just let her, holding her as she does.
I don’t really understand their bond, but I know Jeremiah had Maddox in his car, bringing him here to kill for her. I know he killed Elizabeth Astor too.
For her.
“We have Council tomorrow,” Mav says, tearing me away from thoughts of him, and Ella rolls her eyes which makes me smile, but Mav must see it because he reaches his hand down her shirt and grabs a handful of her tit.
She flushes red, twisting to glare at him, but he just keeps talking to me, his hand still down her shirt as Sid cracks up in my lap, her legs dangling over mine under the polished wooden table.
I slip my hand between her thighs, unseen by them, and that shuts her pretty little ass up. All I hear is her sharp intake of breath, then the loud crunch of cereal as she shoves a spoonful into her mouth, staring down at the nearly empty black bowl on the table.
I grab her hip and keep my eyes on Mav. “I’m not going.”
“You can’t just not go, Luce, fuck.” His hand slips out of Ella’s shirt and he raises his arm from around her as he brings it down to the table, clasping his fingers together. “My dad is fucking dead,” he says, and I hear the pain in his words. He doesn’t mention his mom, and I know that one hurts a little more.
He might want to deny it, but even Brooklin cried. I was there when he told her, at Ezra’s house.
Ezra seemed relieved too, but curiously, Ezra hasn’t seemed too upset about who kidnapped his mom. Never seemed that bothered by it at all.
But they took pictures of my wife, so as soon as I find out who the fuck it was, I’ll kill them too.
And that’s how I know Maverick knows that his parents’ deaths are…what needed to happen. Otherwise, he would’ve killed Jeremiah at the hospital.
He didn’t, though.
We let him go.
“The rest of them…” Mav runs a hand over his hair, and I see my wife’s name and want to fucking kill him all over again.
But she’s mine.
She’s in my lap.
She’s not going to run again.
We’ve been talking. Really talking. And fucking, of course, and sometimes we still scream at each other and sometimes she acts like she hates me, but I know she doesn’t mean it.
I know she loves the fuck out of me.
“The rest of them are decent,” Mav says, and I laugh so hard at that. Even Sid snorts, shoving her empty bowl away from her as she leans back against me, my hand still between her thighs, one still on her hip.
“Good one, bro,” I tell Maverick, shrugging. “You can go. Let me know what they discuss.”
“Don’t you want to know who the fuck stalked Angel?” he asks, like that’s her name. I guess to him it is, but doesn’t really seem to fit to me.
I reluctantly move my hand from cupping her pussy over her shorts, wrap it around her chest, feel the swell of her breasts beneath my forearm as I kiss her cheek. She’s no angel. She’s my fucking little devil.
“Yeah,” I tell Mav honestly, “and if you find out, you can let me know, okay?” I kiss my wife again, her fingers around my forearm, clinging to me. I see the lights overhead reflect off that black diamond around her perfect little finger and even though we have the scars, it feels like Jeremiah fucking Rain corrupted that shit, and I’m glad I got her a ring.
