Page 10 of Spook’s Honor

With that little bombshell, he drains his beer, places the empty on the bar, and saunters toward Angel. Taking a seat on the chair behind her, she instantly leans against him.

Honor smiles up at Axle when he says something to her. If it wasn’t for the tension in her shoulders, you’d think she was completely at ease amongst strangers. She’s not, but she’s good at pretending she is. I’m sure meeting everyone like this is stressful as fuck.

I rub at my chest when Mason curls closer and his thumb goes into his mouth, his other arm reaching up and rubbing a lock of Honor’s hair.

“I know I give you a hard time, brother,” Maverick murmurs. “Don’t lose out on something great because you’re scared. I saw the way you looked at her. Haven’t seen that look since we were in high school and I asked Mae out before you could.”

“You were such a dick back then.” I laugh softly at the memory.

“Still am.” He grins at me. “Wasn’t being one this time, though. Think about it. She’ll be good for the boys. I can tell that already. They’ve been content since she got here. This may not go anywhere. Whatever this is could fizzle out before it starts.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I admit. “What happens to the boys then?”

Maverick shakes his head as if he’s a little disappointed in me. “Brother, you’ve seen what these women are made of. Even if she wasn’t brought up by Angel, I very much doubt that she’s all that different. You can see from the way she is with your sons. Do you honestly think she’ll forget the boys if you two don’t work out? I very much doubt it.”

“I’ll think about it,” I promise. And I will. For now, though, I’ll spend time with her and see where her head is at. If she is still here in a week and the boys are still fixed on her… I’ll make my move.

“Don’t wait too long, brother. She’s been noticed.” Maverick nods toward BB and Petit, who stop and introduce themselves. I growl.

Maverick laughs, clapping my back as he walks toward the rapidly growing crowd around Honor. Although I’m not sure if it’s Honor or the food Lala brought with her.

I last another second before I move as close to Honor as I can get, taking Mason from her and glaring at every brother who comes close. While she greets Lala and Maverick does his charming, I hug Mason close, take my phone from my pocket, and find the group text thread.

Me: She’s mine motherfuckers. Hands off.

Pres: You sure about that? I reckon your sons will have something to say about that.

Me: They’re my sons. They’ll learn to share.

BB: Took you long enough to make your claim brother. I’m not sure though. I think I can take you. I’ll add my hat in the ring.

Petit: I don’t accept his claim. I think she’ll go for my accent.

Me: Fuck off both of you. I’ll demote you back to prospects. And BB, you couldn’t take me if I had one hand tied behind my back.

That brings up a long line of laughing emojis and shit talk. They know it’s an empty threat, as it would have to be voted on by all brothers.

Maverick, Axle, and Roman are laughing out loud as they read the thread.

“What’s so funny?” Tru wants to know.

“Club business,” Roman tells her with a wink.

She rolls her eyes. “Club business, schmivhness. I bet they’re discussing the sizes of their dicks,” she says to Honor.

Honor stares at her for a beat, then bursts out into a loud belly laugh, “You just say whatever’s on your mind, huh?”

The sound of her laughter hits me low in the gut and fills me with a feeling that’s warm… and dangerous to my heart.

“Sure,” Tru shrugs. “Less misunderstandings then.”

I bite back a chuckle. I’m not sure any of us expected the change that would happen in the club when Axle found Angel. I can’t say I hate it. Tru and Janis are wild, but they aren’t bitches. They’re straightforward and they say it like it is, much like their mother and aunt. As far as I’m concerned, that isn’t a bad thing.

“Food’s ready,” Lala calls from the kitchen.

There’s mayhem as the brothers rush toward the kitchen. Another welcome change. Lala turns up more often than not and takes over the clubhouse kitchen, feeding the brothers and treating them like long-lost sons. Not even the whores cross her.

I look down at Honor, who is watching the chaos with a small smile on her face. I wonder what she’s thinking. We’re close enough that when I inhale, her vanilla scent wraps around me. My cock twitches. Jesus Christ, I really need to get a grip. I’m like a fucking, horny teenager.