Page 59 of Disturbed Lucidity

“You hurt her, I will kill you.”

I smirked, looking at Reaper. “My son. I’m so proud.”

Reaper laughed loudly.

Solomon growled.

Sighing, I simply said, “I won’t do anything she doesn’t ask me to do. Now, how is my granddaughter?”

“Fine.”

“And my daughter-in-law?”

“Fine.”

Before I could ask another question, my son got to his feet and walked away.

“Still eloquent as ever, I see.”

Reaper smiled. “Only with you. We can’t shut the fucker up at the clubhouse.”

I chuckled at that, knowing damn well Reaper was lying his ass off. Flipping the topic, I asked, “Heard that Remi returned?”

Now it was Reaper’s turn to grumble as he nodded, downing the rest of his beer. “She’s not making it easy.”

“Did you expect her to? You fucking lied to her. I’m surprised you’re still breathing. Gotta say, man, you knocked it out of the park with your fuck up. Don’t think I’ve ever seen a man dig himself a hole so damn deep he needs a life preserver to stay afloat.”

“She will calm down.”

“You sure about that? ‘Cause last I heard you were still sleeping on the couch.”

Reaper glared at me. “Goddamnit. Who else knows?”

“Everyone.” I chuckled. “Unlike my mute son, my beautiful daughter-in-law loves to talk.”

Reaper banged his head on the table. “Jesus Christ.”

Chapter Seventeen

Ivy

It had been three days since Luc claimed me as his old lady. Since then, he’d avoided me. Not that I gave a shit about what he did. I had my own problems to worry about. For starters, like how I was going to tell Slash I wanted to go back to my apartment? I needed my own space, and I wouldn’t get that when men were watching my every move.

A girl needed some privacy, damn it.

It was bad enough that Logic was all up in my shit, but I couldn’t even take a fucking piss without someone following me or asking where I was.

But my biggest problem. The one that consumed me night and day was the fact that since Logic stopped all my meds, my body was slowly normalizing, which heightened my need for sexual gratification. It was bad too. I was fucking horny twenty-four seven. Every itch I scratched only made everything worse. I didn’t know if it was my true nature rising to the surface, or because the drugs were working their way out of my system. All I knew was if I didn’t get laid fast, I was going to lose my shit.

“You’re agitated again.”

“Really, Captain Obvious,” I snarked.

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter,” I muttered, shifting my legs, which only exacerbated my issue. Groaning, I laid my head back against the back of the couch and closed my eyes. Maybe if I imagined myself somewhere uncomfortable, somewhere that grossed me out, this feeling would go away.

Hell, I was willing to try anything at this point.

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