Sliding to the edge of the bed and standing, Christopher walked to his cut and fisted the blue diamond, since he’d made modifications to the red diamond and it wouldn’t be ready until the day before they left for the cabin.
“Come here, Megan.”
She scrambled out of bed and hurried to him. Before he said a word, she hugged him. “I will cherish this day forever. Thank you for this anniversary present.”
He held her close. “Happy anniversary, baby. Two days late.”
“I wasn’t going to bring it up,” she told him, her head against his chest, her arms tight around him.
“You fuckin’ didn’t.”
“There was so much going on Sunday. I’ve focused on our time in the cabin.”
He stepped back and gazed into her eyes before he dropped to one knee.
“Megan, baby, ain’t no other woman in the world for me. You my light, my air, my sun, and my moon. I love you so fuckin’ much. Sweet Angel. Hell Goddess. I ain’t givin’ a good fuck. You the best thing that ever happened to me and I’m so fuckin’ thankful for you.”
He opened his hand. The big blue diamond sat amid smaller white diamonds on a platinum band. The ring gleamed and sparkled.
Hands flying to her mouth, she gasped. “Christopher.”
Taking her hand, he slipped the ring on her middle finger. Even if she’d agreed, which he knew she wouldn’t, he didn’t want to remove her wedding set.
She launched herself into his arms and he laughed, holding her close and more in love with her than ever.
Walking into the clubhouse, Johnnie nodded to Cash and Digger and headed to the bar for a setup. He’d left the office early for a meeting with a drug distributor. The end result pleased him. If, and when he ran, he’d have enough of Kendall’s meds to last six months. He didn’t think they’d be away that long, but he wanted contingencies in place.
He intended to spend the evening at the club. After Kendall smashed the Scales of Justice, Johnnie canceled the roses and told De Smet to hold off on sending the chocolates. For whatever reason, Kendall took everything he said or did the wrong fucking way.
Even though he was still prohibited from the master bedroom, Johnnie didn’t want to spend the night alone and stewing in misery. Let her wonder about him.
“If you want a drink, you might have to get it yourself,” Digger called.
Sighing, Johnnie walked to Christopher’s table, where Digger and Cash sat.
Although Johnnie knew how severely Christopher beat Cash and Digger, seeing them with bandaged heads and casts on their arms and legs, along with neck braces as they sat in wheelchairs at the club, was a shock to his system. He mourned the loss of his fingers, but in the scheme of things, he got off easy.
“What are you doing here, McCall?” he asked in greeting,nodding to Digger. Johnnie glanced around and frowned at the emptiness of the room. “Where is everyone?”
“I don’t know,” Cash rasped. “Ophelia brought me here a few minutes before a mass exodus.”
Johnnie lifted his brows. “And no one told you where they were going?”
“Am I a fucking officer?”
“Not technically,” Johnnie snapped, fucked off by Cash’s attitude. He looked at Digger, who was definitely an officer. “No one told you?”
“I wasn’t in here. Bunny was feeding me, then she wheeled me in and left. She said someone else could bring me to my room.”
“Where’s Val and Stretch?” Johnnie asked.
“I have no clue,” Cash wheezed out. “I’m not their favorite person, so they won’t give me a blow-by-blow of their movements.”
Johnnie looked at Digger again. “Mortician?”
“What Cash said.”
Uneasiness prickled Johnnie’s skin, and he glanced around again. A few of the members aligned with him sat at tables, but neither Potter nor that skinny little motherfucker named Kenny was around. Something was wrong.
