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She nodded, and after a couple of minutes, she had everything packed back up into the first aid kit. I helped her to her feet and then stood up as well. We took our time drying each other off, and then I tugged her to bed with me, not even bothering with clothes.
Neither of us would need them anyway when we woke up because I planned to bury myself deep inside of her as soon as I had the extra energy to do so.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alejandro
Antonio wiggled on my lap, trying to get more comfortable. It was nearing his naptime, and I’d worn him out this morning. Between playing on the swing set out back, playing with cars, and playing Mario Kart with him, he was slap-worn out, which was what I’d wanted. He could be grumpy as hell when he didn’t get all the rest he needed.
Just like his mother.
In about five minutes, he’d pass out, if he didn’t before then. Even now, he was yawning, his eyelids drooping.
“I love seeing you with him,” Elaina whispered as she passed me with yet another cup of coffee for Joey.
That much caffeine was going to give that man a heart attack. But I knew he was dealing with something that had unexpectedly popped up. Even last night, he’d only come to bed long enough to get about two hours of sleep before getting up to get back to whatever he was doing. It was more of a power nap than anything. He hadn’t really rested.
All I knew was that it had something to do with the Savage Crows MC’s Texas Charter. I’d butt in if I thought Joey needed my backing, but so far, he seemed to just be supplying guns to them and not inserting himself into the middle of a war.
Joey could definitely be hot-headed, but he was also a damn good president. He knew when to sit back and wait and when to show the world who the hell he really was.
Antonio’s head suddenly slumped on my shoulder, soft snores leaving his lips. I eased from the couch with his smaller body cradled in my arms. Ink nodded once at me in passing as I made my way down the hall. I nodded back at him before I nudged open Antonio’s door. After gently laying him on the bed, I brushed my hand over his hair and pressed my lips to his forehead.
Quietly, I slipped from the room, shutting his door behind me with a barely audible click. Then, I headed to the chapel to check in with Joey. He’d been holed up in there all damn morning. He needed a fucking break.
“Joey, break time,” I said as I stepped into the chapel. Elaina was sitting in Ink’s usual chair, frowning at him. “What’s going on?” I asked, looking between them.
“Savage Crows need too many weapons,” Joey said, scratching at the stubble on his jaw. “I’m not sure what I can do. We’ve negotiated, but River’s hands are tied right now, too.”
“I guess I’m just here for my good looks,” I said, dropping into Whiler’s normal chair. “Give me that book,” I ordered, making a motion with my hand for him to hand it over. “I’ll make some calls.”
Joey slid it over to me. I glanced at the numbers as I pulled my phone from my pocket. In ten minutes, I had Joey’s guns lined up. “They’ll be here two days from now. Call Grim and get the run set up.”
Grim was the Texas Charter’s president. I liked the guy. He was quiet, blunt as hell, and didn’t put up with anyone’s shit. He hadn’t even put up with mine. I had a lot of respect for him.
I imagined the demons in his head were worse than men like me. It was usually the only reason men didn’t fear me. And it made men like him extremely dangerous and lethal.
Joey made the phone call he needed as he lit up a cigarette. Elaina got up to leave the chapel, but he latched an arm around her waist and yanked her down on his lap. His call with Grim was short, and once he was finished, he tossed his phone on the table.
“Take your shirt off,” he ordered.
Her cheeks colored red. I leaned back in my seat to watch as she slipped her shirt over her head, dropping it to the hardwood floor. Joey blew smoke out the corner of his mouth.
“Bra,” he commanded.
She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It slid down her arms, and Joey grabbed it, tossing it down with her shirt. Her breasts jiggled with each inhale, and Joey groaned, his eyes fixated on her chest.
“Shorts and panties,” he commanded next, his voice a little rougher. “And no, you’re not allowed to get up to do it.”
