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“Great, there goes my night,” Thalia complained, sending me a dirty look.
“Home, Clio,” Chance ordered, reaching out and grabbing my hand. “Thanks Wraith. Would you please escort Thalia to the clubhouse?”
“Sure thing, Pres,” Wraith replied and sent Thalia and me one more smirk before crowding Thalia as she began to walk back.
“Is this fight going to last long? I wanted to get kinky tonight,” I asked Chance as we headed towards the path that led to our home.
“Nope, you’re not gonna cute your way out of this. I’m seriously pissed,” Chance answered, but I heard the note of amusement. That filled me with hope.
“But I really wanted to cook us a meal and have a bath with you and get kinky. I arranged for Tati and Al to take the kids,” I said, sending Chance a sideways look.
“Baby, we’re going to eat, bathe, and fuck each other’s brains out. First, I’m gonna yell,” Chance dictated.
“Aww shit,” I replied and wriggled my bottom.
“Yup, you’ll be spanked too,” he confirmed, and even though I was ready to pout to get out of a yelling, I squirmed. How did Chance make me horny all the time? Damn, man.
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As I climbed out of the SUV, I checked Fanatic was behind me. My ass still stung a little from Chance’s spanking last night, and while it was good, I didn’t want another so quickly. I’d parked in the Hellfire car park opposite The Midnight Hour as I had to collect something from Madisen. Her cousin had donated a beautiful flapper dress that she’d designed and had only just finished. Fanatic was at my side before I had even fully opened the door.
I rolled my eyes at him, but Fanatic stared me down. Before the bombing, Fanatic used to smile freely. Now, he was grim and withdrawn. The friendly prospect had changed overnight, and I felt for Phoe. I sometimes caught her staring at her eldest son with a wistful look. The young man Fanatic had been before the bomb blast had completely changed. I knew Phoe and Chance both wanted the guy he’d been back, but I didn’t see Fanatic changing soon.
Fanatic was seriously hurt, and I guessed he also felt responsible for Rooster losing his leg below the knee. Rooster had gone back for him, and they’d both been caught up in the explosions. Fanatic had turned into a stern-faced, chilling, calm, dour man. He rarely smiled and only around his siblings Eddie, Jodie, and Serenity managing to draw the most. Around his younger brothers and sister, Fanatic was overly protective. Phoe and Chance both said he’d always been protective, but the attack had changed it, and now Fanatic was paranoid about their safety.
Not even Drake had been able to calm Fanatic’s new personality down. Drake had offered Fanatic a place in Rage when he began to heal, and Fanatic had taken deep offence to it. It had nearly damaged their relationship until Chance stepped in and explained Drake had offered with his permission. That neither Drake nor Chance wanted Fanatic to be haunted by what happened and was giving him an out. In a true Hellfire manner, Fanatic dug his heels in and refused to transfer clubs. It had garnered him a shitload of respect.
“Ready, Aunt Clio?” Fanatic asked. It was strange that a man roughly the same age as me called me aunt, but I knew it was out of respect.
“Yes, honey,” I said softly. Fanatic scanned the street ahead of me and nodded for me to move out. I was well used to this process by now. It wasn’t the first time the old ladies had been escorted somewhere, nor would it be the last.
We crossed the road and entered The Midnight Hour. The receptionist recognised the cuts we wore and waved us on.
Tami and Madisen met us at the entrance to Tami’s clothes shop and handed us the beautiful dress. Scrumptiously, I checked the size and was gleeful to see it was mine. The dress was going up for a bidding auction, so I made a mental note to bid because it was a real work of art. After gushing over it for ten minutes and making Tami blush, we took our leave.
Fanatic was on alert as we crossed the road to the Hellfire car park. He waved at the guy monitoring the booth and walked me back to the SUV. I was chatting to him and, as usual, getting grunts as a reply when Fanatic suddenly stumbled.
Confused, I turned around and saw his eyes cross.
Then he went down.
“Fanatic!” I shrieked, my voice carrying. I tried catching him, but his weight took me down to my knees. At least he didn’t thump his head on the ground, I thought.
My palm behind his head was wet, and I stared at it, puzzled.
Fanatic was bleeding. Why?
“Run,” Fanatic slurred, his hand lifting. Fanatic was dazed, and as I opened my mouth to scream for help, a figure appeared from behind him.
“Now you’re mine, bitch,” the man who’d been stalking me snarled.
“I don’t think so,” I cried, reaching into Fanatic’s cut and finding his weapon. In a smooth move, I withdrew his gun and aimed. “You hurt my nephew.”
The guy froze and stared at me, and I saw something malevolent move in his eyes. His leer appeared again, and his lip curled.
“I’ll enjoy breaking you, bitch,” he said and began to walk away. For several moments, I hesitated between shooting him and letting him go. Finally, common sense won. If I shot him in the back, I’d be arrested and charged.
Dropping the gun by my side, I patted Fanatic’s face even as my other hand punched in Chance’s number.
