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“Got room for me?” he asked, toeing out of his shoes, then pulling off his shirt and jeans before sliding under the blankets with me.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. There was… a lot to cover this time.”
“You aren’t in danger, are you?”
“Not that we know of right now. But I do have to warn you that tomorrow, I’m going to be gone all day. We have something to handle.”
“Does this have something to do with Perry?”
“Yes. Partly, at least.”
“You’ll be safe?”
“Yeah. And I won’t be alone. Oh, I have good news, though. Repo brought your new car over with him.”
“The crossover?”
“Yep. Even had it detailed and washed.”
“I need to find a way to thank him.”
“A nice mug when you are back at the wheel would make him happy.”
“A mug for a car?”
“These guys, they have money. They don’t need a few more grand. But they would appreciate something from the heart.”
“A mug it is then.”
“And if you’re making mugs, I wouldn’t turn one down either. I don’t have a special mug here.”
“Maybe everyone will get a special mug for Christmas.”
“Love that you’re thinking that far ahead,” he said, pressing his chin to the top of my head as his arm tightened around me. “Because as I’m looking into the future, I’m seeing you there.”
“How far into the future?” I asked.
“As far as it goes.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Cain
Church was about Perry to the extent that I filled them in on my theory about him trying to kill Georgie. But it was more so about this organization I suspected Perry was involved with.
It turned out Fallon had been putting some feelers out about that situation, and what he’d found out from Cian O’Donovan—the boss of the local Irish mob—was that there was a new loan shark in town.
Which was why Spike, Croft, and I were standing in Redemption before it opened, waiting to go and make our way into the building across the street. Because this no longer just involved us.
“Trying to take business away from Chaz’s?” Jase Mallick asked as he made his way into the bar, his head on a swivel, taking in all the changes. “This is supposed to be some shady biker bar, not competition to my family’s bar. Looks good,” he said, making his way toward us. “I don’t know any of you fucks,” he said, but then focused in on Croft. “Wait. I do know you.”
“Croft,” he said, nodding.
“No shit. I heard you and your brother made it back a while back. Who are these guys?” he asked, nodding his head toward us.
I’d heard a lot about the Mallick family since joining the club. And while I’d met some of the original five brothers, I hadn’t met any of their kids yet.
