“Bolt, can you let the lady go and introduce us?” Coal orders.
“Fucking hell,” I grumble, and Jeanie giggles, pressing one last kiss to my lips before she says, “Introduce me, and then we’ll talk.”
Sighing, knowing I won’t get away with not introducing her, especially if I want her on our property. Turning, I wrap an arm around her shoulders so that we are facing my brothers together. Make that brothers and old lady because Thea is there too, looking with interest at Jeanie.
“Jeanie,” I state. “This is my president but also my biological brother Coal, next to him is his old lady, Thea, then you have my other brother Nickel who is our interim VP, Brass, Iron, Cross, Blue, and Sterling. Everyone meet Jeanie O’Shea.”
“Oh Jesus, he had to pick a woman from one of the most dangerous families,” someone mutters, but I can’t tell who.
Jeanie throws her head back and laughs hard until she finally takes a breath to talk. She does so while still chuckling, “They’re only dangerous to those who do us wrong. Treat us right, and you’ll be good.”
“Fuck, brother.” Blue smirks. “Best you don’t get on the wrong side of Jeanie then. The O’Shea women are far more dangerous than the men.”
That sets Jeanie off laughing again. She tilts her head up at me with a grin. “He’s not wrong.”
“I don’t really care,” I tell her. “I’ll take whatever they want to dish out.”
“You know who her uncle is, right?” Thea asks with amusement.
I shake my head and ask, “Who?”
“Butcher,” Thea snickers.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, and I feel myself going a little green at learning that news.
Jeanie chuckles, patting my chest. “You’ll be good; I promise. I’ll protect you. Now, how about we find somewhere private so we can have that chat.”
Coal eyes me, but I shake my head, and he nods. I’ll fill the family in with Jeanie at my side once we’ve had a chance to catch up.
“Okay, folks, let’s get back to the party. Bolt looks like he has this under control, and as we know Jeanie’s family, she’s good to come in,” Coal commands the brothers. “She probably knows how to override all our security anyway.”
Jeanie snickers again, nodding. “I do,” she agrees. “I’d never disrespect you or my family like that, though.”
Coal nods at her show of respect. “Come find me when you’re done,” he tells me. Again, I nod in agreement. I know his order comes from a place of concern rather than nosiness. I haven’t always been the most sensible person, and Coal's pulled me from a lot of scrapes.
We wait for them to turn and leave. Once the clubhouse door closes behind them, only then do I turn back to Jeanie. “Let’s go to mine so we can make plans, and you can fill me in.”
Jeanie immediately sobers. Her gaze turns serious. “Okay.”
Opening her door for her, I wait until she’s seated before closing it and jogging around to the passenger side.
We drive through the gate, and Jeanie stops to press the button that manually closes the gate without me having to ask her.
“So, where are we going?”
“Follow the road with the lights until the fourth mobile home. Park behind my vehicle. We can move them around later if you stay so that yours is under the car port.”
It doesn’t take long before we’re parking in front of my place. I wonder what she thinks as she takes it all in, and I find myself looking at my home with fresh eyes. There’s no hiding that it’s a mobile home, but it’s in good condition. We’ve all added carports—none of us enjoyed scraping windscreens in winter, and our bikes need shelter from the weather. We also built covered decks with comfortable furniture and wide new steps leading up to the front doors.
Inside the mobile homes, the layout once included three bedrooms, but I removed the wall between the master and the smaller room to open up the space. The bathroom is spacious and has a shower, hand basin, and toilet.
It is simple, but it is home. When I glance at Jeanie, there’s no judgment in her expression—only genuine interest in the way we set things up.
“These are nice,” she smiles at me. “I like that you all live so close together. It reminds me of the compound.”
“The compound?” I ask curiously.
“Yeah.” She nods with another warm smile. “The O’Shea compound. My home. Each of the brothers have their own place now, but they all started off living in the main house until Uncle Johnny met Aunt Maya, then they moved into the caravan untiltheir houses were built. It’s still there, although the younger kids mostly use it as a hideout and playroom now.”
