Page 51 of Marked By Myth

“Penrith, Campbelltown, Wetherill Park and…Wolloomooloo.”

“Woollo?” I sat forward. “That’s not somewhere I’d expect. What did they buy?”

“It hasn’t gone through final sale yet, but looks like the old apartments on the now out of use dock in the wharf.”

“Easy use of shipments,” Menace added. “Makes sense.”

“Have they moved in yet?”

“Not yet. All warehouses look empty.”

“I don’t like it. Send some of the boys out to scope it out. Maybe use Cowboy, too.”

Menace nodded. “Got it. He’s in town for the family day.”

“Anything else to add?”

“Nah, Bully left word that Beck is back in London and keeping to himself after a little chat he had with him.”

I could barely hold back the smirk on my face. “Good. If there’s no other orders of business, let’s get to the best part of our month.”

Family day was one of the best times we had every patched member, officer or not, bring their families in for a massive cook up. Kids ran around the compound, food was good, and drinks were even better. I couldn’t wait to show Rox the way of our club. She’d fit right in, I knew she would.

“Let’s get to it,” I said, ending Church and watching as they all filed out of the room. Fang followed me out, sullen since his outing with the girls yesterday. “Are you going to pull your head out your ass?”

“Fuck off, Prez.”

“Just fuck the woman and get it over and done with.”

“What?” he reared back. “I don’t know what woman you’re talking about but I’m not going soft.”

“Fuck me, you got it bad, brother.”

Fang pushed away from me, annoyed, and I could barely contain my laughter. He was usually so put together, nothing ever got to him, and yet Missy had him all twisted in knots.

Heading down to the kitchen, I moved into the room to see my woman with her hair twisted up off her shoulders, a crop top that revealed her midriff and those gorgeously tatted arms as she helped the women prepare the food. The kitchen was a flurry of activity, just like it always was. Some of the club girls were helping, happy to be of assistance and listening to everything my woman told them.

Fuck that made me hard.

She was coming into her own as my ol’ lady, like she always should have done.

“Go get changed,” Missy told her. “We got this.”

Rox spun around, her eyes locking on me in the doorway, and a slow smile spread over her beautiful face.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” I said, my voice a little darker than I expected.

“You were out late last night,” she said, pushing past me and heading down the hall toward our room.

“I’m sorry I was out so long. I was hoping you’d still be waiting for me when I got in.”

“If it weren’t such a busy day maybe I would have,” she said, leaning up to kiss me softly on the lips. “Since you’re such an important man, maybe I’ll have to get in line.”

I pulled her close, my hand on her waist, pulling her up to my body. “No, baby, they can get in line.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck as I started to back her down the hall and into our bedroom. Once the door was closed with the back of my boot, she backed away, pulling the pin out of her hair. Her dark locks flowed down from her messy bun, the ends bright, vibrant in hot pinks, purples and blues.