“I’m still puttin’ sensors on your house to warn us about incoming drones and shit,” Doom said.
“That’s fine,” I said. “Do whatever you need to do. Put sharpshooters up there. Just make it quick. I want to go home, honey.”
Doom nodded and I stood, wrapping my arms around him with a grin. “Can we all just acknowledge what an incredible badass I am now?”
Doc chuckled. “I don’t know that it’s a good idea for me to feed the beast, Lyric.”
“Well, I’ll take that as your acknowledgement.” I grinned up at Doom. “And you. You’re going to take me shopping for house stuff to make up for doubting me.”
“I never doubted you.”
“You doubted me.”
He rolled his eyes. “Let’s go shopping, brat.”
After grabbing a list and my purse, he took me shopping.
* * *
Lyric
Four months later…
It was move in day. Finally. Sterling had worked overtime to get the house put back together, better than ever, and I’d even had the chance to redesign the kitchen, which I’d always wanted to do. It looked far more ‘period’ than it had before because I’d hidden all of the appliances behind antique cabinets and furniture. It was magnificent.
After much discussion with Doom and his dad, we’d decided to turn the basement into a fully functional apartment for Sterling if there ever came a time when he shouldn’t live by himself. Being the alpha male he was, because the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, he’d done a lot of growling and arguing, but in the end, he’d compromised and said he’d do it only if he could put a urinal in the bathroom. I’d shuddered, but agreed to it, provided it was hidden in a small alcove.
In the meantime, the apartment could be used by Melody or Harmony when they came to visit and would afford them a little more privacy. It was something I should have done sooner, but just didn’t think of it.
Doom and I were officially ‘hitched.’ It had been a small ceremony in my back yard with the club and my family, but it was perfect. We’d both signed prenups, but let’s be honest, divorce wasn’t an option. Just murder.
Things with the Spiders weren’t good, but as promised, the conflict was staying away from the women and kids. Doom didn’t share what was going on with the clubs and I didn’t ask. I didn’t really want to know and I figured if I needed to know, he’d tell me.
In the end, Joey’s trial never happened. Shawn had uncovered evidence to prove Joey’s innocence, so the case was thrown out and Joey was released from jail. Tammy was ecstatic. I warned the kid about hanging out with the wrong crowd, but I knew he’d never listen. He was trapped in the Spiders’ web and there’d never be an easy way out for him.
“Directing,” Doom reminded me as we walked into the house.
“Yeah, honey, I know.”
“In a chair.”
“Yep.”
“If you try to lift a lamp, I’m gonna lose my shit,” he warned.
“So, there’ll be spanking?” I asked hopefully.
He rolled his eyes. “There will be if you sit in that chair and direct.”
I smiled big. “Deal.”
Doom guided me to my snuggle chair, now in the front room, and kissed me quickly before heading back outside to start moving the rest of our stuff in.
For the next hour, the club moved all of my newly purchased furniture in, including office furniture, basement furniture, and the baby’s set up. Once they were done, they left us alone with the plan to return the U-haul and come back later for the housewarming party that the ladies had planned on our behalf.
“Ready to see the nursery?” Doom asked, walking into the front room.
I clapped my hands. “Yes.”
