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“We don’t lose any money, and I would like to be able to sleep at night without the thought of the Feds knocking on my door,” I say.
I remember how Legacy got locked up and wonder what would happen to Piper, to our new house, if that happened to me. What if she was knocked up? His idea isn’t bad. We just have to get behind it and work together.
“What about sweet butts?” Hellcat calls out.
Legacy snorts. “Club life stays the same. We just don’t do as much illegal shit that could get us thrown the fuck in the pen,” he replies. “It’s not something we have to put to a vote today. We can work together, work some numbers and figure out a path. But whatever we do, we have to do it together, or it won’t work.”
“Then we work on a path,” Roadkill states. “Everyone here agree to at least working on a path and numbers, callaye.”
Without hesitation, every single man in the room calls outaye, including me. I don’t know when the fuck we decided to grow up a bit, but here we fucking are. This will change everything, not only about our lives, but also about the future.
“This is big,” I say.
“Huge,” Agony agrees.
ChapterEighteen
PIPER
Sitting at the pub table,I am glad to see Henli and Kiplyn walk into the bar. Thunder is standing at the entrance to her room, her eyes on me, but she doesn’t say anything. I don’t know what she’s thinking, and I don’t think I want to know either. I understand what and who she is, and she’s nice enough, but there’s no way I can have idle chit-chat with her.
“You’re married,” Henli cries out as she sinks down across from me.
I don’t ask her where Bodhi is, but it’s the first thought that pops into my mind, mainly because I want to hold him. He’s the sweetest baby I’ve ever seen. Although, to be fair, he’s really the only baby I’ve ever seen.
“I’m married,” I agree with a smile before I lift the bottle of water the prospect brought from the bar to my lips. “Really married.”
“I can’t believe it,” Kiplyn says. “Is everything okay?”
Her eyes are wide, her lips parted slightly as she stares at me and waits for me to answer her.
“Everything is good.”
I try to smile as big as I can, and as genuinely as I can. I’m not sure either of them buy it. Henli’s eyes narrow on me, but Kiplyn presses her lips together and leans back in her chair.
“It will be,” Kiplyn states. “Eventually. It’s all new.”
Nodding, I bring the bottle of water to my lips again and take another sip. Sucking in a breath, I open my mouth to say something, though I don’t know what. Thankfully, I don’t have to because the door to the conference room opens behind me, and all the men start pouring out.
Turning my head, I watch as they move past the pub tables and chairs and head straight to the bar. The prospect is busy gathering beers and sliding them toward the guys. Henli, Kiplyn, and I sit in silence as we watch them.
Then, as if she is the star of the place, Thunder walks past the bar, her parade of sweet butts behind her. I watch them, instantly feeling jealous as hell as they brush past Kyle. I hate the way it makes me feel, the green-eyed monster of jealously; it’s as if that sensation is intensified.
Henli stands and hurries over to Legacy. I watch as he immediately wraps his arm around her waist and hauls her against his side. Kiplyn reaches out to touch my forearm with her fingers. Shifting my attention back to her, without hesitation, I give her a smile.
“It’s all going to be okay. I just know it.”
I know her words are meant to be comforting, but I don’t respond to them. I’m not sure what to say, not really anyway. So, I try to give her as much of a smile as I possibly can. She presses her lips together, her gaze searching mine.
“It’s going to be okay,” she repeats.
Roadkill appears and jerks his chin toward some couches that are against the wall. Without a word, Kiplyn stands and follows behind him. I watch her, my lips twitching. I like seeing my new friends with their husbands.
There’s something soothing about that.
I’m not sure why, maybe it’s because you don’t see these kinds of men showing affection often, and with Kiplyn and Henli, their men show it openly and without reservation. I like it. A lot. And I want that for myself.
When I’m alone at the table, I scan the room. The sweet butts are out and doing what they do best, which is sex. The club is running as normal. Everything appears to be as it should. Even if I really don’t like the way it all runs.
