“I think Evan is crying. I’m going to start leaking everywhere if you don’t get me out of here.”
He swoops her up and carries her toward the stairs. She looks over his shoulder and grins at me. I shake my head and laugh.
“Alright, let’s not give Hannibal a reason to lose his shit.” Havoc sighs, looking between Theo and Millie.
“We’re not doing anything wrong, Havoc.” Millie sighs. “You guys need to calm the hell down, or I’m going to die a virgin.”
“Not helping yourself there,” I warn her, slipping my arm through hers.
“How about you ladies come join us while Kruger, Theo, and Havoc talk?” Neveah suggests.
I look at Theo, wanting to make sure he’s comfortable with it.
“I’m good, Delphi. Promise.”
“Alright,” I grumble, looking at Havoc. “Make sure he stays that way.”
“It’s like nobody remembers I’m the president anymore.”
“We all know you’re a badass, babe.” Neveah tugs his cut until he dips down so she can kiss him. What I’m guessing was supposed to remain chaste goes out the window when Havoc takes over, his hands moving to her ass as she sighs into his mouth.
“Close your eyes, children.”
Neveah pulls away with a giggle before looking at us. “Sorry.”
“Liar.”
She grins, happiness beaming from every pore. I have to believe that if she can feel that way, then this club must be worth it.
“Come on, bud,” Kruger says, slapping Theo on the back and leading him to where I know church is. I watch them leave, and see G get up and follow, leaving Amity at the table in the corner with Legs and Midas. Neveah leads us over, while Millie and I bring up the rear.
“So how are you finding the mother chapter?” I ask her.
“It’s okay. I miss the dogs, though.”
“You’ve got dogs?”
“Bandit and Smokey. They’re technically the MC’s dogs, but they’ve adopted Lola as their mom, a bit like me.”
“She has that sweetness about her, makes it hard not to want to be around her.”
“She said the same thing about you,” she tells me softly.
“Really? I’m not sure anyone has described me as sweet before. Prickly, maybe, but not sweet.”
“Lola said you were sweet to her, back when nobody was ever sweet.”
“I can’t believe she’s queen of the club that was so shitty to her. I hope she makes their lives hell.” I wince, realizing I probably shouldn’t have said that.
“She’s still too sweet, but you know my dad, right? He doesn’t let anyone get away with shit. It’s not fixed yet, but people are trying. Forgiveness isn’t like those Instagram posts where you click your fingers and it’s done in an instant. It takes time and work.”
“How old are you?”
She grins. “Fourteen, but I’m very mature for my age.”
We take a seat as I shake my head. “Fourteen-year-old me definitely did not have her shit together,” I mutter, making Neveah snort.
“I don’t know what you’re snorting at, lady, you were just the same way.” Amity elbows her.
