I lift my head and look at him. Yeah, I get what Delphi says about him. None of the other prospects would have done that. Hell, I don’t think any of the brothers themselves would have. I walk over and slap him on the back. “Appreciated, Con.”
He nods, dipping his head, but not before I see the faint blush on his cheeks, reminding me that this kid ain’t much older than Theo. Jesus, either I’m getting old or it’s starting to feel like a fucking daycare around her.
“I’m off. Make sure she eats if she wakes up.”
“I’ve got it covered, Kruger. Don’t worry.”
“Can’t help it. It’s been a rough day.”
He looks at me but doesn’t ask questions. Maybe the kid has the makings of a brother after all.
I head out, relishing being on the back of my bike again. I ride for an hour, needing a little wind therapy before I make my way to the clubhouse.
When I pull up, Pig is on duty. He takes one look at me and blanches. I ride past him to the warehouse. I climb off my bike, leave the helmet on the seat, and walk up to the saloon, where the heart of the clubhouse is. I can hear the music as I approach, though it’s not anywhere near as loud as it can get on party nights.
I push open the doors and walk through, taking in the crowd. Havoc, G, Amity, and Neveah are at their usual corner table. Amity looks like she’s just come in from running, in her tiny shorts and sports bra, which has the guys trying real hard to look like they’re not looking. Neveah is wearing a dinosaur onesie, complete with a hood that has teeth. I fight back my smile, not even remotely surprised. The woman is a nut. Probe, Crane, Circus, and Capone are playing cards, and judging from Crane’s face, he’s losing as per usual. I see Mac and Toot over by the pool table, not playing much pool, though. One of the club girls is bent over it, with Toot clearly more interested in her pocket than the ones on the table. Powers, Dice, and Hoops are at the bar drinking, reminding me that it wasn’t that long ago they were behind it serving the drinks. Ambros is noticeably absent, but his sister is back in the hospital again, so he’s been running himself ragged trying to spend as much time with her as possible.
I walk over to Havoc’s table and pull out a seat, plonking my ass down without waiting for an invite. Havoc takes one look at my face and signals for the prospect behind the bar to bring me a beer.
“You need to talk in private?”
I look to the girls, unsure of the best way to handle this.
“I think she should be able to share when she’s ready, so yeah. The only reason I’m coming to you is because it’s all tied up with club business.”
Amity gets to her feet first. “I need a shower anyway.”
G groans. “Need me to wash your back?”
She winks at him. “I can reach. As you know, I’m very bendy.”
“You’re killing me.”
“Stay. Your friend needs you.”
“No, he doesn’t. We’re not even really friends. Kruger who?”
I laugh, shaking my head at the asshole.
She rolls her eyes and plants a kiss on his cheek as Neveah gets up and moves around the table to hug me.
“What the fuck, woman?” Havoc growls at her.
“Oh, hush. Look at his face and tell me he doesn’t need a hug from a T-rex. I mean T-rexes probably needed hugs too. Then they wouldn’t have been so angry. But they have teeny tiny arms, so alas no hugs, which explains why they were like the serial killers of the Mesozoic era.”
We all just look at her.
“What?”
“I swear, I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth.” G chuckles.
“Havoc’s penis, usually,” she mutters, making Havoc’s eyes slip closed.
“Just call it a cock Cupcake.”
“A cock cupcake? See, this is why punctuation is important—” She squeals as he gets up, making her run off laughing with an amused Amity following behind her.
Havoc grins before looking back at me. I take the beer from the prospect and take a drink, trying to find the right words.
