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We finish up our meal, and Sunny gets chocolate cheesecake for dessert. She eats it slowly, and I fucking swear she’s trying to get me to come in my pants by moaning with each bite she takes and licking her fork.
I bounce my knee, trying to distract myself. As she takes the last bite, I almost shout outthank fuck,but I kept it to myself. I’m happy when she finishes, and we leave.
We arrive at the club around six and stop at the gate.
“How can I help you?” the woman with a prospect patch asks.
“I’m Ice, a Satan Raiders brother, and Octavia’s father. Zane is expecting us.”
“Who’s with you?” she sasses.
“My woman, not that it’s any of your fucking business. Now open the damn gate.”
She shakes her head and opens the gate, and I drive back to the house. The prospect must have called Zane because Octavia and he are waiting on the porch when we pull up. Before I can turn off the truck, Sunny is out and running up to Octavia, hugging her tightly. I grab our bags and head up to the porch.
“Ice,” Zane says as he holds the door open for me. “Glad you made it safely. Octavia was getting a little worried.”
“We had a few stops along the way that caused a delay.” I snicker.
He takes our bags.
“Staying in the same room?”
“Yeah.”
He takes them upstairs and comes back down with Neo. Sunny nearly squeals with delight.
“Hey, handsome boy. Come to Mimi.” She holds her hands out to him, and he claps his hands, wanting to go to her.
I love seeing my grandson, and Neo is the oldest grandkid, and I never thought it would be possible to be here right now. Sunny, who is still holding Neo, walks off into Octavia’s kitchen, and she sees the women chatting and having a good time.
“The regent will be here tonight?” Zane asks.
“Yes, his plane is supposed to land around 10.”
“Who is it?”
“If Breaker didn’t tell you, then I’m not going to tell you.” I shrug. I’m not going against my Prez.
“I have a feeling . . .”
“You’re just going to have to wait and see who it is.”
“Excuse me, I need to talk to you,” Sunny interrupts us.
Zane nods and gets up.
“What’s up, baby?” I ask and pull her down on my lap.
“I’m pregnant.” There’s no humor in her face, but I think she’s fucking with me.
“That’s not funny. Plus, you’re too old to be knocked up,” I state.
She slaps me across the face quickly. Octavia bursts out laughing from the kitchen.
“It’s not kind to ever talk about a woman’s age, and I know damn good and well, your momma raised you better than that. God rest her soul,” she huffs.
Octavia is still laughing, then says, “I can’t wait to tell Breaker and Troy about this. Damn, Mom, you still have a hell of an arm.” She giggles.
