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I snuggled into his arms, feeling content and at peace. As sleep began to tug at the edges of my consciousness, I knew that everything was as it should be. In Wrecker’s embrace, I found solace, love, and acceptance.

I drifted off to sleep, happy and satisfied, knowing that I was exactly where I belonged, and so was Wrecker.

Chapter Six

Meg

“Stay with him.”

Jonas rolled his eyes. “I heard you the first five times you told me, Meg. I promise I will not let King out of my sight.”

“I know you think I am crazy, but I don’t want anything to happen to King.”

Jonas lowered his voice. “Is something going on that you’re not telling me? Did he have a bad checkup or something?”

“No, no. His last checkup was pretty damn good. The doctor calls him a walking miracle.”

“Then why are you hounding me to stick to him like glue?” he demanded.

Jonas and I were standing by the coffee shop near the front desk, waiting for Lo and Lennox, who were getting coffee.

“Because Lo is worried.”

Jonas stepped toward me. “About what?” he asked.

I looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “That he’s not as good as he once was. That people are going to think since the stroke he’s not… enough.”

“You fucking kidding me?” Jonas growled. Jonas looked around accusingly. “Who the hell said something like that? I’m going to beat the shit out of them.”

I grabbed his arm to ground him. “No one said anything; it’s just something Lo is afraid of. He was struggling with the buttons on his shirt last night. You know how he gets when something that he used to be able to do is hard for him now.”

“He throws shit,” Jonas smiled. “Gets real feisty.”

“Do not let Lo hear you call him feisty,” I whispered.

Jonas’ eyes sparkled with mischief. “You think he’ll throw something at me if I do?” he asked.

I held up two fingers and motioned from his eyes to mine. “I need you to focus right now, Jonas. Stick close to him, and if it seems like he’s struggling, help him, okay?”

“Is he planning on buttoning his shirt in front of everybody?”

God freaking help me with this kid. He wasn’t even a kid technically, but it still felt like I was raising him. “If Lo doesn’t throw something at you, I might.”

“I don’t know why either of you is worrying about this. Who the hell cares if he can’t button his shirt or screwing in some tiny fucking screw is hard for him. King is so much more than any of these people here know. He could literally sit on the couch watching reruns of Fast and Loud for the rest of his life, and I would never be half the man he is. He should be dead right now, Meg, and he’s not. So if anyone thinks they can talk shit about him or think that he’s not as good as he was before the stroke, they are going to have to answer to me. And then when I am done with them, they’re going to have to deal with every member of the club coming here to beat the fuck out of them. You don’t have to worry about Dad.”

My heart flipped at him calling Lo dad. “You don’t call him that much anymore.” Lo and I had adopted Jonas when he was just a little boy and his parents had died in an accident. Turtle, his dad, will always hold a place in my heart.

Jonas shrugged. “Just because I don’t call him dad doesn’t mean he’s not my dad anymore.”

I reached up and patted his cheek. “You’re a good man, Jonas.”

“Only because of you and King.”

I tipped my head to the side.

“Dad,” Jonas sighed. “And you don’t need to worry about him today. Go have fun with Alice and Nikki.”

I shook my head. “I’m only going to hang out with them after your dad’s seminar.”

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