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“Okay, Lucky. Can we go home now?” I ask.
“Yeah, baby, but first, we’re going to the clubhouse. After that, we’ll go home.”
I tilt my head back and reach up as he brings his face downward. Our lips meet for a hot but short-lived kiss. Still, it helps in healing me just as his touch does. As it always does.
CHAPTER20
LUCKY
It’s all I can do to keep from losing my shit. Seeing the mark on her chest . . . that fucking branding they burned into her flesh guts me. I look at it, and I know I failed in fully saving her.
It doesn’t matter my brothers and I executed those bastards on their hands and knees. A part of me wishes I’d done more, but I wasn’t going to prolong their demise when Chelsea was standing right there. But neither were we going to allow those bastards to breathe air outside that room. No fucking way.
On the way there, I’d talked to Luka and told him what I needed him to do, what the club needed his help with. He was all about it, and I appreciate it.
I’m not the only one affected by what happened, so it won’t just be on me to decide. The club voted the way it was going to go down right before we stepped into that room. I got it, and I don’t regret it. But that doesn’t stop me from wishing they’d died more painfully.
The only thing that pisses me off is the fact we didn’t get them all. We got Hinton, but we didn’t get Storm’s uncle. He’s still out there, though he’s gone underground. No one can find him. It’s been a few days, and Keys has been at it non-stop to try and find that bastard, but he’s hiding his sorry ass from the world.
So, we know it’s not over. Though it is for the time being. We’ve got other shit going down.
That meet before the explosion at the clubhouse was with men who knew the Crimson Blood Clan and wanted to take them out, but they didn’t have the resources we do. Now, with them dwindled down to only Storm’s uncle, the men we met with are stepping in and taking over. However, they’re doing it with the truce that they’ll stay the fuck away from us and anything and everything that belongs to the club, including the businesses Storm signed over to us.
It’s a lot, but when it comes to my woman, I have to remember that other than the scar she’ll have, she’s here with me. And after the bullshit she went through, there’s no way in hell I’m going to make it where she can’t be safe again and not know it at all times. I don’t give a fuck if she can handle herself. She doesn’t need to wake up every morning and remember what she endured. I intend to make sure she doesn’t either.
“You okay, brother?” Shiner asks, joining me at the bar.
Thankfully the explosion was only in the kitchen and didn’t fuck up the rest of the clubhouse. We’ll be able to fix what happened and while doing it we’re upgrading the damn room for the women to have everything their hearts’ desire.
After Chelsea had been checked out, I took her home to my house. . .our house, and neither of us left again until Blow texted me telling me to get my ass here. This was because both Storm and Meadow wanted time with Chelsea.
Now, the three of them were sitting close in front of Storm’s laptop while scrolling through websites looking at furniture. With Blow and Storm’s house fully finished, they’re getting ready to move into it, and the women are the ones decking it out. I’m sure my Prez is also looking forward to not having the triplets in the same room with him and his woman.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I nod and drink a sip of my beer.
“What went down, you sure? What about Chels?”
“She’s not letting it get to her, but I notice the way she looks at the mark on her chest,” I answer him. I lift the beer to my lips and take a swig of it before continuing, “I told her I wanted to find someone who could do some plastic surgery, she told me not to.”
“That’s gonna fuck with her and you both,” he mutters, shaking his head.
“Yeah, it is. It’s why I called Burner and asked him to draw something up for me to give to our guy here to put over it when it’s healed enough to cover.”
Shiner nods and turns on the stool to scan the room.
“How’s Milo doing?” I ask him.
“He’s good. Mom and Dad are bringing him back this weekend. Damn glad he wasn’t here when this shit went down,” he mutters.
“You and me both. Kid’s already been through hell, and he doesn’t even know it,” I remark, glancing in his direction. None of us like to bring up the past for him and what happened, but we all know he struggles with it. He’s made his kid his number one priority, and that’s the way it should be, and the club helps him out as best we can.
“Yeah.” Shiner nods, eyes going unfocused.
To get his mind off things, I reach over and slap a hand on his shoulder. “So, who do you think’s up next?”
“Up next for what?” He cocks his head my way with his brow arched.
“You know what I’m talking about.” I smirk knowingly. “Blow’s got Storm now, Nines found Meadow, and I got my head out of my ass about Chelsea.”
