Page 120 of Golden Atonement

“I’m gonna kill him. For real this time.”

Solomon grinned, carefully moved his wife to the side, and motioned with his arm for me to proceed.

Quickly walking out of the kitchen, I found Bullseye standing in front of the dipshit’s office door.

Like he could protect him.

Ha!

“Move.”

“Can’t do that, Remi,” Bullseye said, then added, “The last time you were this angry, you damn near killed the man. Now, I totally agree he probably deserves it, but the fucker just took the chair back. You kill him and that means I gotta sit in that damn seat again, and I don’t want to.”

“I’m not going to kill him,” I sneered. “Castrate him, yes. But I’m not going to kill him.”

Bullseye shrugged, then moved. “Good enough for me.”

Flinging the door open, I found the fucker leaning against his desk, arms crossed over his chest, smiling like a fucking idiot.

“Hey, baby.”

“Don’t you hey baby me, Max,” I snarked, throwing the damn stick at him. “You knocked me up!”

Catching it, the fucker grinned. “Took me long enough. Thought I was shooting blanks.”

“I told you I wasn’t ready!”

“Got nine months, baby. Plenty of time to prepare.”

“That’s not what I meant and you fucking know it!”

Laying the stick on his desk, he pushed off and walked over to me. Wrapping his arms around me, he smiled. “Are you telling me you’re not even a tiny bit happy?”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I glared. “You know damn well I am.”

“Then why are you mad?”

“Because it’s too soon,” I muttered. “I’m still mad at you.”

Cupping my face, Max chastely kissed my lips and said, “Baby, I’m not going anywhere. If you need me to apologize every day for the next nine months, I will. I’m sorry. I was an ass. I wish I could promise you that I won’t be in the future, but you know that would be a lie. But I can promise you that I will never do anything that stupid again.”

“Can we get that in writing!” Player shouted from the peanut gallery. Looking over my shoulder, everyone was there, all smiling.

Chuckling, I shook my head. “It’s too soon, Max.”

“It’s going to be fine, baby. You’ll see. Nothing is going to happen. I promise.”

“REMI!” a very familiar voice shouted as everyone turned and Sypher ran into the office, gasping for air. He rushed right over to me, hiding behind me when Ace stormed in looking pissed.

“You little shit, get back here.” Ace snarled, taking a step toward his brother, only to stop and take a good look around him. “Uh, are we interrupting something?”

Growling, Max sneered, “You ruined my love bubble, asshole. What the fuck are you doing here, and why does Sypher look like he’s about to piss his pants?”

“Because he’s been keeping something from you!” Ace admitted.

“Should have got it writing,” Solomon groaned walking off, shaking his head.

“Let me get this straight,” Max seethed when he leaned forward in his chair, glaring at Sypher as he sat next to me on the small couch in church. “You allowed my wife to walk into the Soulless Sinners’ clubhouse unprotected and she proceeded to rip Montana a new ass?”

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