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“Oh, I know she’syours. I was here when you claimed her. Remember?”
My heart sinks at Cain’s words.
“We are getting sidetracked. We need to focus.” Rocco tries to interrupt, but Cain stands from his chair and walks around the long table, his eyes set on Zoe.
“Don’t you fucking touch her,” I growl, and Cain shoots me a lopsided smirk.
“I won’t so much as lay a finger on her.”
“Fucking hell, Gray. You need to remove Zoe from the room.” Rocco snaps and I turn my attention to him.
“I fucking told you back at the clubhouse.” I snarl, leaning in closer to get in his space. “Zoe stays with me at all fucking times. I didn’t stutter.”
“There are certain times it’s not appropriate. Like when we are trying to have a fucking meeting.”
“You didn’t bring her to the meeting up in Dante’s office.” Tex points out and I glare at him.
“I could fucking see her from that office. We are a fucking floor down, and the way this building is made, it’s like a fucking bomb shelter down here. We won’t even hear if anyone attacks up on the main floor.”
“He has a point.” Cain adds. “This really is like a bomb shelter.”
“What if she overhears something?” Sully asks. “Isn’t church meant to be a sacred place? That’s the reason we call it church, isn’t it?”
“She can’t fucking hear a thing. Or see where she is or who is here. Just pretend she isn’t here.” I wave a dismissive hand.
“Hey!” Zoe yells again, gaining my attention as she swats her hands around, narrowly missing Cain’s cackling face and he steps back from her wrath.
“I told you not to touch her!” I shove back from the table to stand, my chair flying back into the wall behind me with a thud, and Cain holds his hands up in surrender, although he can barely stop laughing.
“I didn’t touch her.” He pleads, and with a big chest heaving sigh, he tilts his head, and his expression falls serious. “I did blow air in her hair though.”
“You fucker!” I roar, lurching forward, but Rocco is at my back in seconds, arms wrapped around me as he holds me back while every other fucker in the room laughs.
I have to admit, it’s nice to hear, although Cain is in a fit of laughter, holding his gut like it hurts, and I hope it fucking does.
“Stop.” Rocco hisses at my ear. “This isn’t the time.”
I still, my attempt to get free falling away as the dread of why we are here slams back into me.
The Reapers attacked our club. Sasha is dead. Slayer is dead. And Gunner is dead. And the Reapers are still in the fucking wind.
My shoulders slump as pain wracks my body, making me feel exhausted, like I need to fall asleep right this fucking second.
Releasing his hold on me, Rocco starts pacing and I move my chair back into place before shifting toward Zoe and gently putting my hands on her shoulders.
“What?” she asks too loudly, her head darting around again as she stiffens, so I wrap my hand around her throat, and after a moment, she relaxes into my palm.
Slowly, I urge her to stand, which she does so blindly, and I bring her with me to my seat, pulling her down on my lap to cradle her to me. She comes willingly, curling into me like I’m her lifeline, her nose running up the column of my neck as she inhales my scent.
“Nawww, you two look so cute.” Cain teases, retaking his seat across from me, and I notice he has that damn notepad in his hands again.
“Don’t do it.” I snap, and he looks at me wide-eyed and fucking innocent.
“Do what?”
Even as he asks it, he tears another piece of paper from the notepad and scrunches it up.
“I’m warning you Cain,” I hiss, and he shrugs, glances to my left where Rocco is sitting again, and tosses the paper toward me and Zoe which I bat out of the way just before it makes contact with her head.
