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“She does. She was tortured, abused, hell, they did everythingbutrape her, although I suspect it would’ve eventually happened. While she’s physically healed, the mental shit still fucks with her sometimes,” he states.
“I can’t wait to get to know her better,” I reply.
“Knowing that the two women I love are going to be friends makes me happy. You know what else will make me happy?”
“No, what?”
“If we can christen my bed.”
I shudder, thinking about the many women who have probably spent time in this bed. Not that I’ll hold his past against him. I mean, I was living with someone after all, so it would be hypocritical of me to be a bitch. But still, it grosses me out.
He must see something in my face because he leans in, kisses my nose, then whispers, “You’re the first woman who’s ever been in this bed with me. I wasn’t a saint, but never brought anyone to my room. I wanted my bed to only be slept in by the woman I fell in love with, Rory. That’s you, in case you forgot.”
I grin and retort, “Then let the christening begin!”
* * *
The next morning, while Banshee is in church, I walk around the clubhouse exploring. I’m a little bit tender from all the ‘christening’ we did last night and this morning, however since this is going to be my new home for the foreseeable future, I figured I should check things out. I called all my benefactors to let them know I’ve landed in my permanent home, and promised to call frequently to keep in touch.
The kitchen is perfect for all the baking and cooking I enjoy doing, and I already have a mental note to ask Ryleigh what the procedure is with respect to that; do the club girls cook or does she? If she does, I have no problem taking over seeing as she looks like she’s about to pop at any time now. I check out the cat tree and burst out laughing when I see Sassy surrounded by two smaller cats that I presume are Ryleigh’s since they’re still staying at the clubhouse.
Seems a water leak was found during the painting, so now, multiple repairs have to be made before they can move back in which is fine with me. I need a friend close to my own age who is going to understand when my trust issues rear up. Although, truthfully, ever since Banshee crashed into my life, I find I feel safe and secure. His brothers give me the same sensation and I instinctively know they’ll put their own lives on the line to protect me.
When I see a wall of pictures, I eagerly approach, anxious to see photos of Banshee when he was young. Several make me laugh, one or two have me weepy, but the one that shocks me the most is one withPatrickin it. What the hell?
Banshee
The last thingI want to do is leave the warm bed where my woman is still sleeping, but Brick called Church this morning and I want to know what Hawg may have found out. As I shower, I let the hot water course down my body while I think of all that has changed in such a short time. The biggest thing is the guilt I held for so fucking long over that day is gone. I now know that what happened was pre planned by the Devils Demons MC, and somehow the two prospects we had at the time were involved. Since I was so young, I have no idea whether or not the two of them were ever apprehended, but if not, that’s my main focus and goal.
Find the bastards who helped kidnap Ryleigh and make them pay.
As I quietly dress, I glance at Rory who has rolled until she has my pillow curled in her arms. Shaking my head, I walk to the bed, then gently kiss her temple which is the only skin I can currently see. “Be back as soon as we’re finished,” I whisper. “Love you, minx.”
* * *
With a huge mug of coffee in hand, I walk into Church to see I’m one of the last ones to arrive. “It’s about time,” Brick rumbles as I take my seat.
“Not late, Pres,” I retort. “In fact, got about five minutes.”
“Did you get Rory settled in okay?” he asks, smirking. Fucker.
“Yeah. Left her sleeping, but suspect she won’t be that way long. Knowing her, she’ll wander around and check things out once she’s awake since we’ll be here until our place is built.”
“When are you starting on that?” Scythe questions from his seat.
“As soon as we find plans we can agree on, then hire a construction crew.”
“I still haven’t figured out what Madame Laveaux meant when she called Ryleigh,” Brick mutters.
“And Voodoo has no clue?” I ask. “Guess you can always ask her directly and see if she’ll give you more. By the way, do you have any recommendations for a crew?” I know I’m bouncing around a bit topic wise, but not having had any caffeine yet means I’m not as focused as normal.
“Check with the man who’s doing the renovations on the house,” Brick suggests. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, he takes his gavel and slams it, then bellows, “Shut the fuck up, we’ve got shit to discuss.”
* * *
I find my mind wandering as Rainman goes over the financials. All of our businesses, including the gun transport, are prospering, which is good news for our accounts. But when Brick asks, “RiffRaff, a few weeks ago, I asked you if you remembered the prospects’ names from that day. What did you find out?”
“Went through the old minutes from around that time and came up with two names, Chet and Leroy,” RiffRaff replies. “Gave what I found to Hawg to research further. If those fuckers are still alive, they won’t be for long, that’s for sure.”
