Angel shrugs and mutters, "I'll be too fucking busy cleaning up his goddamn books. He'll have to figure it out."
Trink jumps on my bed like a dramatic teenager and sighs, "He'll just call Mom to come sort it out and she'll come running because he's her favorite."
I shoot her a glare but Angel just laughs at her. "I saw your birthday present, don't fucking start that shit."
She giggles and sticks out her tongue to me. "Did you see what Poe's sister sent her? Fuck me, I've never seen a Shelby in the flesh before. Fucking pretty as hell."
Rue starts grunting and huffing in his bad mood and I share a look with Speck over it.
"Fucking millionaires. Makes you wonder where the hell they're getting all that money from."
I share a look with him. Gotta be drug dealers, between that and the Ferrari? The suit on the guy that showed up here? Definite drug dealer.
I get Speck and Rue busy hanging some shit on the walls while I get my desk together in the bedroom. Trink helps Angel rearrange all of my shit in the closet until it fits. It’s bursting out and a definite hazard, but it fits.
Angel stretches like a cat and murmurs, “I’m ordering pizza. I just want to veg out tonight after getting all of your shit sorted out."
I tilt her head back and kiss her, slow and sweet. Trink snaps at us, “Can you two keep your fucking hands off of each other long enough for me to finish my goddamn drink? It’s fucking sickening."
I huff and turn to snap at Trink, "Shut up or fuck off, they're your only options."
"You need more fucking rooms in this house, I'm sick of sleeping between dipshit one and dipshit two when we're here."
I actually don’t mind her whining about this because I want to remodel the place a bit. Angel sighs and pulls me down to her lips again. "Maybe we will need to build another room for them."
I smile and grunt, "Three more rooms. An office, a spare room and a nursery"
Angel freezes and glares up at me. "What the fuck would we need one of those for?"
A slow smirk stretches across my lips. "If you don't think the next thing on my list isn't filling this house up with kids then, sweetness, you got me all wrong."
She looks like a deer in fucking headlights for a second then she snaps, "I'm kicking you out. Rue! Grab the boxes, he's out."
Rue laughs like I'm joking around with her, I'm not, and I grab a fistful of her hair to tug her head back and expose her throat.
"You're not kicking me out. You're staying here with me forever while we build extra rooms on for all the fucking family that's going to be here all the damn time and for all of the kids we're having. I'm getting old, we gotta start soon."
She tries to shake her head at me, “I thought you were joking! I thought you were being like ‘oh lets not panic’ not ‘lets have a fucking baby’! Tomi, I’m still in fucking college. Did you forget I’m barely fucking eighteen? Jesus, what will your mom think? Absolutely not.”
Trink fake gags and stalks back out into the kitchen, slamming the bedroom door as she goes. Perfect. I haul Angel up and into my arms before walking her to the bed. “It'll be awkward for you to eat pizza with my cum dripping down your legs but I guess I'll have to show you now how serious I am.”
Everything in my life is fucking perfect.
Except for the problem that there are still fucking rats in my club.
Our next shipment arrives untouched without any extra cargo, and the one after that is the same. You’d think we’d be happy about it but all that says is that the rats are digging deeper. We might have found a few and taken them out but there’s no way we’re out of the fucking woods.
When I arrive at the clubhouse for church I scan the bar area and find Angel giggling with Trink and Poe in a booth, bottles of beer around the three of them as they talk shit. I know for fucking sure it’s shit because Trink is waving her arms around like crazy, Poe’s laugh is like an evil fucking cackle, and Angel’s cheeks look rosy red as she giggles along with them.
Fucking perfection.
“We gotta find this fucking rat. Gotta keep those girls safe and happy, it’s the whole damn reason we started this club. Live outside the law and keep the family together. Safe. Fucking happy.” Hell is fucking wasted, drunker than I’ve seen him in a long time.
I guess King’s homecoming means his load has been lightened and with less on his plate he can let his hair down a little more.
I shrug and take a beer from him. “Nothing is touching them while we’re around. Fucking nothing. Those three and Keely are top priority, as long as they’re okay then we can sort the rest out.”
The back door to the supplies closet opens and Speck comes out with a keg, laughing and calling out to Law like a fucking clown. I frown at him and when he gets an eyeful the grin slips from his face.
“Fuck. What have I done now?” he groans and I point my beer at him.
“Open motherfucking heart surgery, dickhead. Stop lifting shit until you’re cleared, I ruined my best shirt keeping you alive, have some respect.”
He rubs the back of his neck and shoots a look at Hellion. “Pops asked me to grab it. What am I supposed to do, say nah?”
I shoot my uncle a look but he’s fucking wasted. “You get Law or Lyn to do it. They’re around here to fucking help until you’re cleared, don’t be a dumbass. Keely will have a fucking heart attack of her own if anything happens to you again and I’ll fucking gut you for stressing her out.”
Law slaps him on the back as he passes to grab more beer and Speck stares up at me like a fucking kicked puppy. I smell the sweet honey scent of Angel before his face changes to the friendly grin he’s given her from day one.
There’s a reason I told him I was ‘struck, makes him someone I could trust around her one hundred percent.
Her hand is soft as it slips into mine and I swear to fucking God my head grows three sizes at that tiny touch. She trusts me, trusts us, enough to do that here and in front of the entire clubhouse.
I want to sling her over my shoulder and carry her the fuck to bed.
“It’s my turn to get beers, sorry. Do you want me to grab my own, Reece?”
Hell scoffs and walks off, too drunk to talk to Angel without sounding like an asshole and bowing out, thank fuck. I pull her into my side and jerk my head at my dumbass cousin. “A few bottles won’t kill him to lift, deliver them with a smile, Reece.”
He groans and walks off, shooting a grin at Angel as he moves. She sighs and tilts her head back, pouting those lips of hers at me until I wanna bite them. “Why are you being an asshole to him? He helped me clean out your room today, he drove me over to Southern Miss and walked around with me. He’s been very helpful.”
My eyes narrow as I look down at her. “You went in? What the hell did you have to do on campus?”
She bites her lip and I snap, swinging her around until she’s in my arms and staring up at me with her pupils blown out, all soft and liquid with lust for her old man.
Her voice is breathy and fucking intoxicating. “I was changing my course load, I had to sign some papers. I’ve doubled what I’m doing now that I’m not working. I hope you weren’t lying about covering the electricity and gas because shit’s about to get fucking rough if you were.”