“Have you seen this fucking town? The day the fucking Death Dogs attacked was the most action this town has ever fucking seen.” I rubbed my hand over my beard. “And I wasn’t just worried about him. You’re my fucking family too.”
Ravage put his hand over his chest, and teased, “Aww, were you worried about little old me?”
“Fuck you.” I laughed.
“Look, King, this is new for both of us. I’m used to being alone. I don’t even answer to Reaper, as you well know. Maybe we can cut each other some slack.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“You work things out with Grace?” he asked as he sat back down.
And just like that, we were back on an even keel. That was how things were with brothers, I guess. Even ones that had only met recently. Even with Dec being more than a decade olderthan me, when we had a problem with each other, we screamed it out and sometimes threw a punch or two. But once we got over the hurt, it was business as usual. Family could be both the easiest and the hardest to forgive.
“Fuck no. I don’t know what the fuck the problem is. I thought with Steele gone, things would just fall into fucking place.”
“I’m guessing your dick didn’t have any problems falling into her pussy.”
I growled at Ravage. “Don’t.”
He put his hands up in surrender, and with a laugh said, “Okay, I get it.”
The door to church swung open, and Maureen stormed in. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
I dropped my head back and groaned.
“On that note, I think I’ll—”
“I think you’ll sit your ass down is what you’ll do.”
Ravage tried to sneak out, but Maureen wasn’t having it. She’d been bugging me about meeting him properly, and it seemed now was the time.
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered as he sat back in his seat once again.
Maureen turned her glare back to me. “What is it with you O’Rourke men? Why can’t you understand shit?”
Maureen placed her hand under her belly and winced. I stood up and moved towards her. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” She stepped back and looked at me. “You’re hurting her.”
“She’s hurting me,” I threw back. “She talks in fucking riddles.”
Ravage snorted beside us, and Maureen and I both turned angry eyes to him. He lifted his hands and shut his mouth.
“Look, King,” she started, but winced again, grabbing her stomach.
“Are you in fucking labor?”
Ravage stood and put his hand on Maureen’s back.
“Yes, but it’s still early. I’m fine.”
Ravage and I looked at each other. He shook his head, and I agreed. Anytime a woman said she was fine, she wasn’t fucking fine. I pulled out my phone and called Dec.
“Get your ass to the clubhouse...” My words trailed off as I stared in shock and, to be honest, a little bit of disgust, as Maureen’s water broke.
“King, what the fuck is going on?” Dec asked.
“Change of plans; meet us at the hospital.”
