Page 11 of Broken Promises

My dick throbbed in my pants at the memory of her coming on my tongue, her fingers tugging on my hair as she begged me to stop.

I’d do anything to have that again.

“I hope I find love like that,” Will sighed, toying with his cup. “Your whole face changes when you talk about her, you know? It’s like a sense of peace washes over you. I know things are shitty right now, but you two will work things out.”

“You think that?” I asked with surprise, and he nodded.

“Yep. From what I’ve gathered, Raven’s just hurt and scared right now. I mean, you have the fucking mafia after you, dude.They ran you guys down. Let her blame you for a while, and don’t hold it against her when she runs to you with an apology later. Losing Logan and Reid at the same time would be rough, so give her time.”

“She has every right to blame me, even if it wasn’t exactly something I knew about. If I'd known those drugs were connected to the mafia, I never would’ve touched them. I just wish she at least had one of the guys to keep her safe,” I mumbled, not bringing up the baby.

Not a lot of people seemed to know about that, and I didn’t want to be the reason word got out.

I finished my food while Will had his coffee, and when he offered to spend some time in the shooting range with me, I didn’t turn it down.

CHAPTER THREE

RAVEN

Ijerked awake as someone nudged me, my eyes flying open to find Marco standing in front of me. It took me a second to realize I was at their house on the couch.

“Hey. Sorry to wake you, but dinner’s on the table.”

“Dinner?” I mumbled, panic hitting me when I realized I must have fallen asleep while watching the kids.

As if knowing exactly where my mind went, he chuckled. “Yeah, dinner. Poppy said you passed out at ten this morning. Don’t worry, Luke and Poppy had the kids handled.”

“I’m so sorry. Please don’t fire me,” I begged, turning my attention to the doorway as Rory spoke.

“You lasted longer than I expected. I bet twenty bucks on you falling asleep by eight,” she teased, crossing her arms. “You needed the sleep.”

“No, I needed the money.”

“Well, right now, you need dinner. Come on,” she encouraged, waiting for me to get to my feet before walking ahead into the kitchen, leaving Marco to follow behind me. There were kids everywhere, multiple tables spread out across the dining room to make enough space for everyone. It feltweird being here without anyone my age, but thankfully, Noah motioned for me to sit beside him.

My stomach growled as I smelled the delicious food on my plate, the roast beef and vegetables piled high. Noah snickered, and my face heated when I realized how loud it had been.

“Noah,” someone warned, shutting him up. I looked over at Rory, and she gave me a nod of encouragement, my hand getting a mind of its own as it grabbed my fork and shoveled a large piece of potato into my mouth.

No one mentioned how fast I ate my food, everyone having random conversations as they helped feed the younger kids. Diesel offered me seconds, and I happily took some more meat and potatoes, eating until my stomach hurt.

“When did you eat last?” Noah asked curiously, the concern in his gaze sweet, but everyone was looking at me, and I hated it. I wasn’t that hungry, I just hadn’t had that much food in front of me for a long time.

Even when they’d sent food to my house, we rationed it to make it last.

“Excuse me,” I mumbled with embarrassment, pushing back from the table and speed-walking out to the back patio for a cigarette, scolding myself for being rude and eating like a savage animal.

I wasn’t alone for long before Rory appeared, understanding on her face.

“Noah isn’t very good at reading the room. He didn’t mean to embarrass you. I’m personally glad you enjoyed your food.”

“I’m the worst employee. I slept all day and then ate like a pig at your table,” I forced out, taking a drag of my cigarette.

“Have you not been eating at home? I can send more if?—”

“No,” I blurted out, making her frown. I didn’t want to tell her what Dad had done, but I wouldn’t put it past her to sendmore. He’d only just sell it again. “My dad sold most of the meat you gave us. I’m sorry, I got home and it was all gone. I?—”

“That’s not on you. I know what it’s like to have a selfish father,” she said calmly, sitting in a chair at the outdoor table. “Beckett told you you’re welcome to stay here, right?”

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