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Josephine is restless in her sleep, mumbling and whimpering, saying my name while gripping my forearms. I nuzzle closer and whisper, “I’m here. I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”
I feel like I haven’t been asleep long when the bedroom door opens. Hades comes clomping in and hops up at the foot of the bed to lie across my legs. He licks Josephine’s foot, making her jolt in her sleep. I grin because she does the same thing to me when I lick her feet.
Punk comes in next and drops our bags against the wall. He gasps when he takes in Josephine’s half-naked body. He turns away quickly to head out the door. “Fucking lucky bastard,” he mumbles as he closes the door behind him, making me chuckle.
Don’t I know it.His confession is enough to make me not want to bust his nose for peeping on my woman.
* * *
The rest of the week is rough. And by rough, I mean Josephine is working like a dog to get the MC clubhouse finished as soon as possible. She’s barking orders around the build site to her crews, having deliveries rushed, and calling in every favor she has to get the clubhouse off the ground and running.
Though work has been pushed forward, she’s not skimping on quality. If she’s not happy with something, she gives the order to tear it down and start over. At least her crews recognize why she’s suddenly in bitch form, but Punk’s team is getting a rude awakening to Josephine in full turbo mode.
More than a handful of times, I’ve witnessed her scream at them when she was feeling smothered. She hates having people hovering over her. Unfortunately, that’s the order I gave my men. Punk is already used to Josephine acting this way from when she gave me the silent treatment for two weeks, but the rest of the guys are not. Her crew thinks it’s hilarious when she starts bitching out one of my men, and I have to agree.
When a sprite of a woman brings down any man over six feet tall with a verbal thrashing, it’s absolutely comical. The time Flay tried escorting her to the Port-A-Potty has been hands down the best thus far.
Josephine was in a rush to use the bathroom—two cups of coffee—and Flay made her wait so he could check out the toilet stall. It was fine until he lifted to lid on the toilet, sending my woman into an ass-chewing tizzy.
“Who the fuck is going to crawl their dumb ass into the bowl? Fucking no one ever! Now pull your head out of the shitter before I lose my shit!” she bitched.
I nearly pissed myself laughing. I make my men check it before she enters, but not the inside of the toilet.
Things have been flying along at the construction site. When Josephine cracks a whip, it’s all hands-on deck. Plumbing and electrical are done and have passed inspection. Interior walls, mudding, trim and doors are finished. Central heating and cooling have been installed. Acid stain is complete on the basement and the first floor. The kitchen is finished. The garages are complete and the workshop is getting final touches with paint.
I know why she’s acting this way, and it guts me. She wants the clubhouse up and ready, prepared for battle. She’s been hounding Chase nonstop about what he needs for his state-of-the-art tech room, demanding that he order everything he needs and she’ll worry about the budget.
She also went over my head and decided each of the bunnies should have a room. I argued, we needed the room to grow our crew. Josephine went ballistic on me about treating the bunnies like some kind of sex-for-free trash, good enough to sleep with my men but not good enough to get their own bed. Doing anything and everything to get back in her good graces, I bowed out when she said they should at least get two rooms and share with another bunny. The girls were ecstatic, even Candy was slapping Josephine on her bottom as kudos.
Friday is finally coming to an end. Josephine worked her crew ragged and consents when Jared says they should take the weekend off. After her crew has left, she throws on some knee pads and goes to work, installing tile in four of the bathroom showers on the second level, snapping at me and my brothers when we try to help, or if we get in her way.
It’s nearly midnight when I make her quit. She throws off her head lamp and cusses me out the whole way to my bike.
My men are dying because they’ve suffered her raff all week, and they love how she’s ending the week by going after me. If this were any other woman, I would be putting her in her place, but this is Josephine.
“Pixie, you’re killing yourself! You rushed breakfast, skipped lunch, and forgot about dinner. My men are hungry, and you need to eat something. Work is still going to be there on Monday,” I try to reason with her, putting the helmet on her precious head and clipping it in place.
“Exactly, Maceo! The work is going to be there on Monday. It won’t get done any faster unless I put in the extra hours. This project needs to be done now! Not tomorrow or the next day. Right fucking now!” she screams at me.
Jesus, she’s flipping out.I grab her by the shoulders and shake her, not hard, but enough to snap her out of her tantrum. She looks up at me, wide-eyed, before she breaks down in big sobbing tears.
Damn it, Maceo, you fucking jerk!
My pixie is stressed and filled with anxiety because of all this shit with Esteban and the panty-snatcher. She’s trying to control the one thing she can, which is her work. And here I am losing my cool because she’s trying to stay busy and keep her mind from running wild.
Way to fucking break her, you asshole!
Cursing myself internally, I look over at my men who are all shaking their heads. None of them have had a real relationship before either, leaving me to navigate this shitshow by myself.
Shit, shit, shit! What do I do?
My pixie needs a hot meal, a bath, and a good long sleep. My cock screams at me ‘she needs to fuck,’ but I beat it down—now is not the time. Josephine needs TLC and lots of it. And by the amount of sobbing, she needs it stat. I know for a fact she will not get any of the above at the rental. I could take her back to the condo, but I want my men around for another set of eyes and ears.
My girl needs privacy, somewhere she doesn’t need to rush if she takes a soak in a tub. Someplace I feel comfortable enough not to drag in my whole crew.Hmm.
Throwing a Hail Mary, I pull my phone and make the call. He answers on the first ring.
“Atlas. To what do I owe the pleasure of hearing from you at this hour?” Governor Warner asks.
