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Shane sets the turkey down and sits with a satisfied sigh, as though he cooked the bird rather than just carried it in from the kitchen. He squeezes Jessie’s ass as she brushes past him and she leans down and rewards him with a kiss. As she takes her own seat, he continues watching her and the smile on his face is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. The two of them have worked out whatever it was that was keeping them apart, and the change in the apartment, and in our family, is pronounced. It seems like at last we’re all in sync and I can’t remember a single moment in my life when I have ever felt this content.
“What’s for dessert?” Liam groans as he rubs a hand over his stomach and leans back in his chair.
“Pumpkin pie,” Jessie says with a smile. “I made it.”
“I’ve never tried that.” Liam narrows his eyes at her. “Is it sweet?”
“Very,” Jessie replies.
“Won’t be the sweetest thing we’ve ever eaten on this table though,” Shane says as he slides a hand onto Jessie’s thigh and squeezes, causing Mikey and Liam to groan their agreement while I laugh as Jessie’s cheeks flush pink.
“It’s Thanksgiving dinner, boys,” she admonishes us. “Can we keep it PG?”
Shane leans across and plants a soft kiss on her neck. “Nothing is ever PG with you around, sweetheart.”
She turns to me, as though I might be the one who agrees with her.
“He’s right, Angel,” I say with a shrug. “But as much as I would love to spread you open on this table and eat your pussy instead of your pumpkin pie, I think I’m too full of turkey and potatoes right now.”
She opens her mouth in mock horror and swats me on the arm. “Conor!”
“I have to agree, bro,” Liam groans. “But I still want some pie.”
“Pie now. Pussy later!” Mikey declares, causing everyone at the table to start laughing, which we’re still doing a few moments later when the intercom rings signaling someone is downstairs at the back entrance to our building. The one nobody ever uses, because we rarely have visitors, and if we do, they come through the club. Very few people even know about the entrance at the back.
“Who the fuck is that?” Mikey frowns as he grabs the laptop from the cabinet nearby and opens up the security system. As we all look at the screen, it is Jessie who recognizes our visitor first.
“That’s Vlad,” she says with a frown. “What is he doing here?”
Mikey peers closer at the screen. “Looks like he’s alone too.”
“Since when did the head of the Bratva travel without a bodyguard?” Shane frowns.
“And more importantly, why the hell is he here?” I snarl. I knew this fucking happy feeling was too good to be true.
“Let me talk to him,” Shane nods his head toward the laptop and Mikey presses a button that allows him to speak.
“Vlad. I’m surprised to see you here after our last encounter,” Shane says.
“Mr. Ryan. I need to speak to Jessie. Is she there?”
Jessie opens her mouth to speak, but Shane holds his hand up and shakes his head and she remains quiet. “Why do you want Jessie?” he snarls.
“I have something to discuss with her.”
“You heard of this thing called a telephone?” Shane snaps as Jessie frowns at the screen.
“It is not the kind of news I want to give over the telephone.”
“You come alone?” Shane asks.
“Yes.”
Shane nods to Mikey who turns off the microphone so we can speak freely.
“What the hell has made the head of the Bratva come here alone to speak to Jessie?” Mikey asks with a scowl.
“I don’t know. But I need to find out,” Jessie replies.
