The Crimson Crows logo stitched into the leather.
Enforcer tacked below.
He might have been messing around then. The mood light.
But he’d fucking earned that patch. Had stepped up, ridden at my side, and fought that battle for his family, every bit the way that I had.
It was just as important to him as it’d been to me.
Dereck chuckled from where he sat on the ground to his side, sipping from a beer, “Prospect” written on the back of his cut.
It only made sense that this place had become his home, too.
“You mean, you scarred her for life,” Elena called as she and Brinley strutted the rest of the way up, teasing her brother like they were kids.
“I might have done something, but I wouldn’t call itscarring, Lena. But what I can say is you in that dress is scarring my eyes.” He turned back to me. “Tell her to go change, Prez. She shouldn’t be walking around like that.”
Elena dipped into a cooler and pulled out two beers. She handed one to Brinley then twisted the cap off the other for herself. “Sorry to break it to you, Brody, but he’s not my president. I make my own rules, thank you very much.”
She sent me a challenging glare, daring me to counter her on it.
Trevan twitched where he sat at my side.
Apparently, he didn’t like it any more than I did, but I figured as long as she was within the confines of the compound, she was safe.
No one here had a death wish big enough to lay a hand on her.
“Well, you are my sister, and I veto,” Brody countered.
“Your veto doesn’t count.”
A low chuckle skated out of me. Tonight, Elena was all sass.
Brinley met my gaze, emitting that soft fierceness she wore like a brand.
Loved that about her.
How good she was. How gentle she was. All while not minding a bit to let the claws come out.
Elena found herself a spot between Colby and Pyke, chatting lightly, while Brinley wound her way around the fire toward me.
My heart accelerated with her every step.
Brinley Mercer a shockwave.
That’s right.
My fucking wife.
I meant it when I told her my life belonged to her, and she was going to have every second of it.
She eased over, some kind of coy, knowing smirk lighting at the edges of her lips as she approached.
Body easy and lithe as she shifted so she could nestle herself right on my lap facing out.
Nearly came undone when I saw what was printed on the back of her shirt, and I arced forward, taking her lush fall of hair and moving it from her shoulder so I could set my lips to the flutter at the side of her neck.
“What do you think you’re trying to do to me?” I mumbled at the sweet flesh.
