“What do we got to do to join your club?” The older looking one of the two asks.
“Why do you want to join?” Before one of them answers, I add, “Fuck that, you wanna know, go ask Angel.”
He can deal with them.
I remain stood in the middle of the bar and I circle slowly and take in all I have built so far. Konan is sinking shots with Max, Warren, and Trey. King is still a depressive loner. Off to my right, Ford’s woman is on the verge of losing her shit.
“What are you talking about? You’re not leaving,” I hear him say to his woman.
“I told you I had job offers away from the city, and I’m taking one of them. I leave in the morning.”
“Bullshit.”
“No lie. I can’t go back with you. Your life… it’s not something I can deal with. We had our chance and it wasn’t meant to be.”
Casting my eyes their way, I watch her walk away from Ford and he let her. He meets my eye for a beat and then heads to the bar. Not long after Ford’s woman drama leaves, another woman storms in, stops, looks around and focuses on someone over my shoulder. When I follow her line of sight, I land on Warren.
Not interested in my brother’s intimate lives, I take my seat at my table and swipe whoever’s unopened bottle of beer has been left unattended.
Tor and Rudi come through from the kitchen and my wife finds her way over to me. I stretch my leg out for her to slip onto my lap and wind my hand up the back of her top.
“I heard you’re down a prospect.”
“He earned his place.”
“I heard Warren’s got some chick pregnant. She wants money to get rid of it.”
Raising my brows, I ask, “When did you hear this?”
“Just now. He’s trying to get rid of her.”
She leans close and presses her lips to mine. I savor her taste and pull her closer against me.
I have everything I need under my roof, and by this time next year, I’ll have even more.
Epilogue
Angel
“How are you feeling? How’s your neck?”
My hand goes to the gauze patch covering the wound. I nod. “I’m good, babe. Don’t worry about it.”
Her brows raise. “You come home losing blood after being shot at and I don’t have the right to worry? You’re unbelievable.”
She climbs out of bed and shoves her arms into her robe angrily.
“I didn’t mean you shouldn’t have worried, I’m saying, you don’t need to worry now. You fixed me up good.”
“You really should have gone to the hospital.”
She walks around the bed, and I reach out and grab her wrist. I pull her toward me, and she drops down onto my lap.
“I’ve got you checking it every day, it’s healing, I’m good, yeah?”
She begrudgingly nods and I lean in and kiss her. “It was just a nick. If it was anything more serious, I would have gone to the hospital.”
“I try not to worry about you when you’re out with the club, but I will if I don’t think you’ll get yourself the proper medical help if you need it.”
