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“Yeah, I’m sure everyone is tired as hell.” She rubs the back of her neck. “I still can’t believe Tikki is gone. And I’m thankful Sonnet is safely resting in her room. Do you need to talk to her as well or can we give her the night?”
“We can question her tomorrow,” Atticus agrees. “We have a load of information to process anyway and I already put a warrant out for Jorie, and Cooper. Julius is in the hospital, handcuffed to the bed but Ezra here broke his jaw so it’s wired shut and we can’t interrogate him yet. We will get this solved as soon as possible.”
“Thank you,” Hudsyn says in all honesty and gratefulness.
“Don’t thank me yet. You haven’t seen me question people, and for this I’m gonna need you to ask your girls the questions while I observe. So, I gather you’ll hate me in the very near future.”
Hudsyn shakes her head but I see the tiny twitch of a smile teasing her lips before she turns and enters the clubhouse. All the women flash to their feet when their president strolls toward them.
“Medley is with Sonnet, do you need me to get her, Prez?” Ramona asks.
“No, we’re going to talk to Medley last and will have a chat with Sonnet after she’s had a good night’s sleep. All of you, on the other hand…Atticus and I will call each and every one of you into church to ask a few questions. Just be open, honest, and share any thoughts that might help us get justice for Tikki and for our fathers.” Her voice sounds strong but the faces standing across from her all hold the kind of sadness that tears at your heart.
Ramona steps forward and slides her arms around Hudsyn. “Thanks, Prez.”
Remi follows and Cassia is next to join in before Posie, Alya, and the rest of the women participate in the group hug.
Atticus leans in and whispers to me, “And that right there distinguishes the women’s MC from the men’s. You don’t see us do any group hugs.”
I slap the asshole a little too hard on the back. “And you don’t see those women slap each other’s back in greeting or all take a urinal and piss side by side. MCs are different. Women and men are fucking different. And you’re just a jealous fuck wanting to be in the middle of all those pressing boobs.”
Atticus throws his head back and rumbles a laugh. “You got me, brother. It’s the mountain of boobs I’m missing out on.”
We watch the women break apart and Hudsyn’s lips are slowly moving on and on as she glances at each and every one. Motherfucker. She. Is. Brilliant. I give a quick glance at Atticus but his focus is on his phone.
Stalking to my woman, I lean in and place my mouth next to her ear. “Stop rambling, Syn. I noticed so I’m sure Atticus will see as soon as he looks up from his phone. I gather you’ve had enough time to say what you had to tell them, now shush.”
She turns and slams her mouth on mine so damn quick, I actually take a step back before I’m caught on and pull her close to deepen the kiss. It’s short, hot, and passionate. And it’s short due to all the fucking cat calls from both male and females surrounding us.
“Thank you,” she whispers against my lips.
“Always,” I reply because it’s that simple.
I’m in this fully and unconditionally. I might not know every single detail there is to know about this woman…yet. But if you’re in someone’s presence for every minute of the day, after more than half a week, you get a very good impression what kind of person she is.
And I already know enough to realize she’s unique. It’s the same impression she left during our first encounter; she truly is one of a kind. Heart-scorching, soul-touching, and gaze-drowning.
“You really are mine,” I muse, mainly to myself. “And that makes me damn proud.”
Her hands cup my face and she guides my lips to hers and right before they make contact she whispers, “I was yours the moment you caught me.”
There’s no time to deepen the kiss when laughter overtakes. I pull her close instead and place a kiss on the top of her head and tell her, “You were mine when you yelled ‘catch.’ I knew for sure when your ass was in my hands.’”
She smacks my chest and the playful smile tinging her mouth is what I was hoping for. The emotion and heavy load on her shoulders from this fucked-up situation needs to be balanced.
“I adore you,” she whispers on a croak low enough to only reach my ears.
Sliding my fingers around the back of her neck, I give a little squeeze and tell her, “Adoration empowers the feelings you arise inside me, woman.”
We share an intimate look. Her hand pats my pecs before she turns her head slightly and says, “Ramona, you’re up first.”
Strolling into church, Hudsyn takes the chair at the head of the table and I plant my ass on the one to her right. Atticus places a piece of paper in front of Hudsyn and I don’t even have to look to know it holds five questions.
I’ve worked with Atticus on countless cases and there are always five lead questions he wants people involved to answer so he can test their reaction. It’s a preparation to observe their behavior when he asks other, crucial questions. Atticus rarely takes point during interrogations and prefers to observe and jump in almost at the end, confront and expose tactic he calls it.
Hudsyn studies the questions and eventually asks the first question. “What can you tell me about Jorie?”
Ramona frowns. “That she’s a selfish bitch. She thinks her looks are more important than food on the table. And when you finally get her to do some work? She only does the bare essentials.”
