“Fine, but I want my own room. And my mother stays too.”
I nodded, already planning a way to put her next to me. I looked over at B. He sighed and closed his eyes but nodded and disappeared down the hall.
“The asshole doesn’t stay.”
“Jude—” she started.
“No, Morgan. I have plenty of men to keep you safe. Send him home.” She nodded and walked over to talk to Rian. Helooked up at me as she spoke quietly, and I wanted to know what the fuck she was saying to him.
When he pulled her against him and kissed her head, I growled and took a step.
“Don’t do it,” Smokey said behind me.
“He—”
“Has been watching over her. You need to go over there and thank him.”
I turned to look at Smokey. My mouth hung open and my eyes studied the old man. He had been one of Titan’s enforcers, and one of the few old guards that was still alive.
“You want me to thank him?” I asked, convinced I’d heard him wrong.
“You want your woman back?” When I didn’t answer him, and instead just glared at the old man, he said, “Then get your ass over there and thank the son of a bitch.”
“How does thanking—”
“Do as you’re fucking told,” he growled, giving me a shove.
“Jesus Christ, I thought I was the fucking president here,” I muttered to myself as I walked across the room. Morgan’s mother watched me with a careful eye as I stepped up and held out my hand.
“Rian, thank you for making sure my wife and her mother made it here safely.”
“I’m not your wife, Jude,” Morgan corrected.
“We never got divorced,” I reminded her.
“You died,” she insisted, crossing her arms.
I patted my chest and legs. “Alive and in the flesh, baby.” Then I looked at Rian again. “Thank you.”
He nodded and looked at Morgan. “You understand I can’t leave until he tells me.”
“I’ll call him,” she said. She turned to me. “Can you give Rian a room until I speak to my father?”
I looked between the two of them. “He doesn’t need to stay,” I answered.
“Jude, if you sent one of your men to do something and they came home before you told them they were done, how would you react? What would you do?”
“I’d beat the shit out of him for not following orders,” I answered without thinking. As my words rang out, I realized what she’d done. “Fine,” I agreed through gritted teeth. “Misty! Show the man to a room.”
“Sure thing, Prez.”
Misty sashayed up to Rian and ran a finger over his chest. “Follow me, handsome.”
Morgan rolled her eyes and shook her head. “The club whores call you Prez?”
“Yeah, there a problem with that?”
“Nope,” she said, popping the p at the end, and something told me there was absolutely a problem with that.
