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“Oi,” Mikey gives him a gentle nudge. “We’ll be on our best behavior, won’t we, Con?”
“Yup,” Conor nods his agreement.
“You both promise?” I wrap my hands around my coffee mug and stare at them.
“It could be worse, Liam could be going with you,” Mikey replies and Conor and Shane start to laugh.
“Why is that so fucking funny?” Liam snaps.
“Because you have got your panties in a real bunch about this guy, bro,” Mikey chuckles.
“Fuck you all,” Liam says with a sigh and slight shake of his head.
I walk around the table to him and sit on his lap and he reluctantly wraps his arms around me as I take his face in my hands. “I love that you have my back, but I got this. I promise.”
He stares at me with his huge brown eyes before he nods softly. “I know, baby. I just want you to be safe.”
“I will be,” I say before I seal my lips over his and kiss him softly. He fists his hands in my hair as he deepens our kiss and I open my mouth, allowing him to slide his tongue inside.
“Not at the breakfast table,” Conor groans.
“You were happy to eat her on it the other morning,” Shane reminds him.
“That was different. That was me,” Conor chuckles and I’m vaguely aware of the three of them clearing the table and moving to the other side of the kitchen leaving Liam and me alone.
I pull back from our kiss and look at him as he pulls me closer to his chest. “I promise I won’t do anything reckless,” I whisper. I mean with my track record, I get that he is anxious about Hayden.
“Okay,” he smiles at me. “I promise to try and not lose my shit every time his name is mentioned.”
“Okay,” I giggle. “I love you, you know that right?” I ask, because out all of his brothers he is the one who doubts his own worth, and sometimes I wonder if that makes him question how much I love him. When we found out that his and Mikey’s biological father was the man who slaughtered my family before kidnapping me and making my life hell for two years, he struggled so much with accepting that I could see him the same way I always have.
“Yeah. I love you too, baby.”
“I know.”
Chapter 19
Conor
Mikey and I sit in the front of the SUV while Jessie fidgets nervously in the back. We’re parked outside Hayden’s apartment in New Jersey. We know he’s in there because my super-smart and incredibly hot wife is tracking his phone.
“He should be getting ready to leave for his afternoon run by now,” she says, her brow furrowed in annoyance.
Mikey arches an amused eyebrow at me and I suppress a smile. I have to admit when this guy showed up at our club looking for her, I was less than impressed. In fact, I was ready to slit his throat for even daring to mention her previous name. And if I’m completely honest, I’ve been hoping this kid isn’t her half-brother, but my reasons are entirely selfish, because I don’t want to share her affections with anyone other than my own brothers. Seeing her now though, jittery with nerves and excitement, I’m starting to bend a little. I mean she has nobody except us, and while I want to believe that she doesn’t need anyone else, I see how much having a sibling would mean to her.
“You want us to just go in there and get him, Red?” Mikey asks.
“No, you can’t do that to the poor guy. He might have a heart attack or something,” she says with a shake of her head and I laugh. I’m not sure it’s going to be that much less terrifying when Mikey and I drag him into our car.
I turn to Mikey to suggest maybe we try and not make the kid shit his pants but Jessie shouts down my ear, “Here he is.”
I turn in my seat to her pointing out the window at the door to the run-down apartment building. Sure enough, Hayden is walking out of there dressed in shorts, t-shirt and a baseball cap. He grabs hold of his ankle, stretching his hamstring as he prepares for his run.
“Showtime, big guy,” Mikey says with a grin before he jumps out of the car. I follow him and we approach Hayden from either side in case he decides to use those running shoes he has on.
The kid looks between us both. Fear etched all over his face. Fuck! I think he actually will shit his pants if we go with our original plan of just bundling him in the car.
“Hey.” I hold my hands up. I’m not used to this diplomacy shit, but then I’ve never had a wife who I live and die for before either, so I suppose I’m becoming a new man. “We don’t want to hurt you, kid. We just have someone who wants to speak to you is all.”
