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"Until we hear from Moretti, we stay alert. No unnecessary attention. No stupid shit." His attention settled on me at that last part.

A couple brothers smirked, and I flipped them off automatically.

That finally broke some of the tension. Barely.

"Church dismissed," Reaper said.

Chairs scraped back. Voices started low and cautious.

I stayed seated a second longer.

The brothers started filing out slowly, quieter than before, each patting me on the back and welcoming me home.

I stayed seated a second longer, staring down at the table.

I made up my mind that whatever it was that Luca wanted, I would get it done and not bring any other shit down on the club.

Chapter 41

Kate

Istood near the bar with Noah on my hip while Lucy bounced around in front of him making ridiculous faces. His tiny laugh filled the clubhouse.

Finn was home. Somehow, Reaper had handled it.

Now, Finn sat inside church with the brothers while the rest of us waited.

My eyes kept drifting towards the closed door. I hated that stupid room.

Lucy glanced at me knowingly. “Relax. Church won’t last forever.”

“That’s easy for you to say.”

She grinned. “Actually, no, it’s not. Reaper once kept them in there six hours because Spider mouthed off.”

Noah squealed loudly as Lucy tickled his stomach, and I laughed, grateful for the distraction.

The church room door finally opened. My stomach flipped.

The brothers filed out and, after what felt like eternity, Finn stepped out beside Reaper, running a hand through his hair as he scanned the room. The second his eyes landed on me, his entire face softened, and all the tension inside me melted away.

God, I’d missed him.

He crossed the room without hesitation, stopping right in front of me before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

“Miss me?” he murmured.

“Maybe a little,” I teased, even though my cheeks were already burning.

“A little?” He looked offended. “That’s brutal, Kate.”

“What did Reaper want?” I asked.

“Club stuff,” he replied. “Nothing bad.”

I searched his face anyway, looking for tension, worry . . . anything. “You sure?”

His thumb brushed lightly against my side. “Yeah.”