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“Don’t I know it.” He grumbled, rubbing his jaw, “Tell you what, May is due to cover door detail for church tonight. You can help him.”

“I need a job I can put on the damn court paper. I can’t say Steel Disciple Door Thug.”

He laughed and slapped my arm.

“You’re an asshole, you know that? Do you give anyone time to finish speaking?”

I squinted at him but shut up.

“When you finish there, you can go over to Steel Cages and help Donnie at the door there. Tell him to put you on the bouncer schedule. Be there on Tuesday at eleven and I’ll teach you some office shit. If you work out, I’ll sell you back your father’s interest.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Mak.”

“Your father was my best friend, we co-owned the strip club originally, but your mother and I bumped heads too much. So, we parted ways to retain our friendship. It’s as much your birthright as that patch.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Marchella

I stirred to find Blaze gone, I vaguely remembered him saying something about a job hunt as I rolled from bed and started for the ensuite bathroom. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair before heading to the kitchen in one of Blaze’s much larger shirts.

I was expecting Aunt Trista out there, but even she was gone.

I opened the window above the sink, letting a breeze blow through the kitchen while I made myself some coffee and sat down at the table.

I flipped through my newsfeed and checked my messages, but the phone was dry. The only person that ever called me was the nursing home, and well, they weren’t going to be asking me to pick up shifts anytime soon.

I puffed, blowing my bangs from my face and went to the icebox.

I found some eggs and a small pack of bacon inside and decided I really didn’t want to go out to breakfast anyway. All I wanted was five minutes with my husband, without all the bullshit.

I had just finished the bacon when I heard the soft rumble of his bike. His boots sounded against the porch a few minutes later and I realized my heart was thumping away like some fucking schoolgirl.

I rolled my eyes at my own simple ways as the door banged shut.

His arm slid around my middle, and he planted a kiss to the back of my neck.

“Smells good, you didn’t want to go out, though?”

I shook my head and tilted to kiss him properly.

“Alright, then.” He gave my ass a firm rub down before stepping off to the washroom.

I heard the water trickling, and then the fan cut off and he returned as I was finishing the eggs and dividing them between two plates. I slid a few slices of bacon on each and carried them to the table.

He joined me after pouring himself some juice. He didn’t dig in right away, he just stared at me until I felt weird.

“What?” I whispered, looking up with my fork half full of scrambled eggs and poised in the air.

“I should have talked to you first. I’m sorry.”

I averted my gaze and stuffed my mouth, using the art of chewing to save myself from responding.

“I don’t want us to be like Easy and Trista. That isn’t any kind of goals, yeah?”

I nodded, not wanting to fight.

“Marchella,” He drew out my name in an obvious plea and I finally met his eyes.

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