“She is strong, Thorin. You need to tell her about the past, so she can understand your reasons.”
Looking at my Pres, I take in his words; he is an old soul at heart. The club is his life, and I know he will gladly give his life for anyone who wears our patch.
“I was planning on talking to her tonight.”
“Good. It is a welcome change having Ol’ Ladies around the clubhouse. For years we all fucked and were happy to do so, but seeing Camo settle down, I think most of the guys are wanting what he has.”
“Most want to find their fated mates. For me it spelled heartache and I never wanted that, but now that I have it, I am not letting it go.” My gaze catches my girl’s across the room, and I wink, making her blush.
“She is good for you, brother. I always knew it.” He grins at me.
I snap my head in his direction, frowning. If I had a heart, this is the part where it would hammer in my chest, but minestopped beating a long time ago. He holds my gaze for a second before he continues.
“Saw it years ago, Thorin. I just wish it had not taken you this long, but you had your reasons. Just treat her good, man; she is like a baby sister to me and the men in this room.” I nod to him, his words a shock to the system.
I go to answer, but Winger frowns, scanning the room again. His body goes tight, and I expect a vision to occur, but it doesn’t.
“Something is off.” No sooner does he speak than the room explodes.
Boom.
My body is thrown off my chair from the sheer blast.
Shaking my head to clear it, my hearing is muffled from the blast. A hand lands on my shoulder, shaking me.
“You okay?” I blink, looking at Winger, who is covered in dust and blood from a cut on his head.
I nod, pushing to my feet.
Looking across the room, I see my woman pulling Skyla out from under a table.
“DELANEY.” She looks to me before leaving Skyla with Camo to come to me. Her body slams into mine, and I breathe her in.
Fuck, I could have lost her.
“Are you hurt?” I scan her body, checking her over, but I only see cuts and scrapes.
“No, I am okay, but one of the club girls is dead over there.” She points to where she and Skyla were.
“Fuck, we need to get you to Winger’s office. It has wards to keep you safe.” She nods.
“I will take them,” the prospect says to me, who like us, is covered in dirt and blood.
“Guard them with your life,” I warn him, and he nods.
“Go.” I kiss my woman and push her toward the man I hope to fuck keeps her safe.
“INCOMING.” I double-check to see where Delaney is and I see the young prospect pushing both women down the hall toward Winger’s office. Thank fuck.
Snarling, I turn to see who is coming for us. I let out a growl when I see vampires flood the room, followed by the Fury.
“NOBODY FUCKS WITH THE KINGS!” Pres bellows.
We move.
Screams and grunts fill the room, the sound of weapons colliding mixed in.
My vision goes red. Someone dares to attack the Kings of Anarchy MC and thinks they will live to tell the tale. Not fucking likely.
