Page 96 of Frenemies

“Oh my god, stop it,” she shrieked and slapped my shoulders, “You’re gonna make me sick.”

“You can yell at me all you want later,” I growled and slammed my lips down on hers.

I devoured her in that kiss, soaked every inch of her taste into my soul. She struggled at first but eventually melted into me and accepted what I was giving her. I wanted to give her more.

It took every ounce of strength I had not to bend her over the boat railing and fuck her right then and there. Hell, I might’ve if Beast hadn’t spoken up.

“Where’s Jaz?”

My stomach lurched when Naomi went stiff in my arms and shifted her gaze to a white van parked next to the boat.

“What?”

I could see the tears filling her eyes as she gazed up at me.

No.

Swallowing back the dread rising in my throat, I stumbled back and eyed the van.

“Chase,” Naomi reached out to grab my arm when I took a step in that direction. “Don’t. . .”

In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to cling to my woman and pretend that everything was okay. But it wasn’t. I knew, just like Naomi knew, I’d look in that van because I had to.

It was the agonized cry that Beast let out that I wasn’t prepared for.

2Months later:

“Hey!” Naomi threw her hand up at one of the movers. “That is an original Monet. Would you watch what you’re doing?”

I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her waist. “Calm down. He didn’t do anything.”

“He’s carrying it precariously, and I don’t like it,” she shot back.

All I could do was shake my head. If the week she spent searching for the perfect movers taught me anything, it was not to question her judgment.

Honestly, I was just glad she didn’t give me shit about moving into a house on the compound. Though, I may have left out the fact that it was formerly Tanner’s house. I wasn’t suicidal.

Given my finance’s typical attitude, some of the guys weren’t too happy about having her here all the time, but I got to see her softer side.

She cuddled me at night, stroked my hair when I was pissed off, and even came with me when I packed up my old place. Having Naomi with me made it easier to say goodbye. I don’t think I could’ve done it without her.

She insisted I keep a few things so I’d always have a part of them with me and kept Maddox’s stuffed Harley for our baby, which was a boy, by the way. He was a strong little bugger, constantly kicking his mother when she was trying to sleep.

We’d discussed a few names and settled on Ian after my old man, which was one of the many ways Naomi showed me that she loved me.

It was hard for her to say the words, but I got it. Naomi hadn’t had the most emotionally productive life. Her mother hid behind a smile, and her father tried to ship her off to sex traders. Neither one of us was sure what happened to him.

We hadn’t seen him since Louis’s men took custody of him, but I’m sure whatever hell he thought he was going through was just getting started. Louis Kessler wasn’t exactly known for being lenient.

Hell, when we got back to Miami two days later, Louis and Nikolai’s men hadn’t just taken care of the Reapers in the city—they’d hunted down the stragglers on the outskirts.

It was safe to say that my brother’s club died with him. The only person left to find was Harris, who’d conveniently disappeared around the same time Wilder left.

Did I ask Wilder about it? Fuck no. There were some things I didn’t need to know.

“Oh my god,” Naomi shook her head and waltzed off to yell some more at the movers.

I let her go. Better have her wrath on them than me especially when Tanner strutted in like he owned the place, which he did at one point.

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