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RECAP FROM PREVIOUS BOOK--LESION
Lesion spotted Tully’s golden hair on the dock among the other women as their Swamp Dragons pulled into their respective spots. He watched her worried face searching each boat. The second she found him, her face bloomed like a flower and the sight of it scattered sparks of light in him. He jumped onto the pier and before he could worry about etiquette, she charged him like a bolt of sunshine in the night and there was no containing his laugh when her tiny body collided into his. All his worries of what to do evaporated as those tiny hands pulled his hair and her perfect mouth kissed him with “I missed you, I missed you,” gasped right into his lungs.
His body devoured every detail as his cock strained like a wild beast wanting to tear into her. He allowed his mind to imagine it as he kissed her back. Bon Dieu, such a strange and volatile power. He feared its reckless potency. And the obsession. He’d experienced it with his work but this had taken him to another world that existed right alongside everything else. Obstacles. That’s what life suddenly was. A huge obstruction, keeping him from everything he had to have without ever needing to come up for air.
“I have to meet The Twelve at the Basilique for an emergency meeting,” he finally managed at her ear, the words winded as he held her head to his shoulder. “After, I need to go to my Hatch and check on things. You’ll stay with the Belle Eveque until I return, you understand?” He petted her head, his body protesting at the words, never wanting to let go.
She nodded and put her mouth to his ear. “How long?”
“Maybe two more hours. I’ll call you. Keep your phone close.”
“I have it in the front of my overall pockets,” she whispered in his ear. “I keep it on the left. Next to my heart.”
His brain leapt with thoughts of her breasts. “Best to keep it in your back pocket. I don’t want your heart touched by the poisons electrical devices give off.”
She drew in a soft breath and he studied her innocent gaze full of admiration and trust. She gave him one of those smiles that tugged the muscles in his chest. He loved those delicate treasures. They were special. He was sure she’d never smiled them before because everything was brand new and good, better than anything she’d had.Hebrought those smiles. And he could bring as many as he wanted. He hugged her tightly one last time, loving that he held the power of her joy. It had him burning with a covetous hunger to bring as much of it as he could.
As he made his way to the Basilique, he touched his fingertips repeatedly, pushing back all his Tully obsessions. She had needs and he had to meet them. Everything in its due time. In proper order. His priorities were to The Twelve and she was now a part of that. Not separate. Even if her part took up ninety-nine percent of his thoughts.
“Leezayon,” Hurricane called, his grin huge as Lesion made his way to his seat with a nod. “You ready to go to war with the devil, my lil’ podnuh?”
“Every day,” Lesion, assured, finding it funny he still called him little even though he’d passed him in stature long ago. “Any news from 8-Bit on the waterways?”
“Nope,” Nitro said, locking his hands behind his head, those guns for arms loaded and ready to rip limbs off.
“How’s married life?”
The baited question came from Traps across the table. Lesion debated on bullshit or honesty. “Strange,” he decided, being as ambiguous.
“Strange,” he boomed, finding that gut splitting funny. “Tell us, Anaconda. How strange is it?”
Lesion eyed him for many seconds. “Strange like those knots you put in your beard. They’re logical constructs but the way they're being used makes you question the sanity of the one using it.”
Even Traps found that funny, filling the room with his booming laughter.
“Are you saying she's making you crazy already?” Spar asked with a huge grin.
Again he weighed the question. “Maybe. And yet I feel like a genius.” He regarded the amount of fun they were having at his expense, nodding. “Guess you'll all have your own answers soon enough.”
Spook and Shank walked in. “Who let you riff-raff into the room?” Shank demanded, taking his seat to the left of Lesion while Spook got the one on his right.
“I see your lady-killing grin is still one hundred,” Lesion joked, slapping his palm against Shank’s for his infamous hand-jiving handshake. Lesion had memorized it over the years, compliments of his obsession to detail.
“Leezayon was just telling us how marriage life wasstrange,” Traps informed.
The rest of The Twelve walked in with Bishop announcing, “For one, Lesion’s not yettechnicallymarried to Tully.” He sat at the head of the long table. “Nor am Itechnicallymarried to Beth and Spook isn’ttechnicallymarried to Maggie or Revelator to Cherie.” He looked around at all of them. “I can tell youonefuckingthing,” he said with his index finger up. “If I was my worst enemy, I would hit where it hurt the most. I don’t need to tellanyof you where we’re most vulnerable.”
Lesion shifted in his seat, wondering uneasily where he was going with this.
“You changing your mind on the celibacy laws?” Spar wondered, maybe hoped.
“Hell no,” Eveque muttered, turning his dark eyes on him. “But if you recall, we amended the right-hand rules. If our women choose to be right hand, we have say over what they do and don’t do in times of war.”
“So you’re saying you don’t have that right until you’re legally ortechnicallymarried,” 8-Bit said.
“Correct,” Eveque said, sounding pissed about it. “First order of business—we make shit official. Revelator will become the official Seer of The Twelve. The men will officially marry their wives and then they will have toofficiallydecide what position they want—right hand wife or just wife.”
“Then we won’t have to worry about them being in the wrong place at the wrong time,” 8-Bit said, getting full agreement from the rest of them.
