“I never say no to coffee,” I admit.
Once we both have a steaming cup sitting on the table in front of us, I ask, “With what you mentioned earlier, I’m not allowed to leave the clubhouse until Norris is found?”
“Found and dead,” Fatal grunts.
I gape at him.“So, you’re saying I could be locked up for all my life?”
Fatal reaches for his mug and calmly takes a sip while my anger is getting close to boiling over.
Turning to face me, he says, “Wesson hacked into his financials and made sure to transfer all the money the club had into Norris’s account.Then we had someone made to look like him withdraw every single dollar.The fucker doesn’t have a dime, and we made it look like he’s the one responsible for the shootout in his clubhouse, and making it blow up with a gas explosion.Which means cops are looking for him as well.We’re closing in on him, sweet thing.Won’t be long until we can go out anytime we want.”
“Good to know.”I reach for my coffee and feel better knowing some more details.
I knew they made it seem like Norris was responsible for the deaths and blown-up clubhouse, because they moved Huck’s body there as well.This way they could blame Norris for his death and give him a proper funeral.My gut clenches at the thought of Huck’s death.We had a wake and funeral for Huck.He was young and had his whole life ahead of him.
“Mornin’,” Swade rumbles as he shuffles into the kitchen.
Jumping to my feet, I order, “Sit.I’ll get you some coffee.”
“Thanks, Norie,” Swade says and slowly sinks down onto one of the chairs.
He’s still sore from getting beaten to shit, but at least he’s still alive.We only have one life, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to enjoy mine to the fullest.Remember the losses and celebrate life by living.
Once I have his mug filled, I place it in front of Swade and whisper, “Here you go...Dad.”
His hand freezes midair and once our eyes lock I can see them well with unshed tears.
He’s about to say something when Sevrin bursts into the kitchen.“We got ’em.Norris.One of my men caught him when he tried to get into the brewery.He was out of bullets and tried to fight, but they overpowered him.”
“Where is he?”Fatal grits while Swade gets to his feet as well.
Sevrin gives a feral grin.“Bound and gagged in the trunk of a car.Let me know where you want him delivered.”
“Keep him there,” Fatal rumbles.“We have a special room at the back of the brewery for the things I plan on doing to that motherfucker.”
The men are about to leave the kitchen when I ask, “Can I come?I mean, with Norris captured I’m allowed to leave, right?”
“No,” Sevrin and Swade grunt in sync.
I narrow my eyes at Fatal, who is grinning and says, “Sure.”
Sevrin and Swade both try to talk Fatal out of it, but Fatal sticks to his words and grits, “My woman, my territory, my decision.”
If I wasn’t already falling for this man, I would be tumbling down the rabbit hole of adoration right this instant with a huge damn smile lighting up my heart.
