Page 59 of Axton

I looked at Heidi. “What does that mean?”

Heidi shrugged. “We really don’t know. He’s not exactly warm and fuzzy and he doesn’t ever see any women. Not even Felicity’s girls.”

“Felicity’s girls?”

“Girls.” Steph sounded like she was going to correct them. “He is just being kind because he has a soft spot for Belle. Do not judge his intentions, he likes her a lot from what I hear. Don’t put any pressure on him.” Steph smiled down at me. “I will explain who Felicity is and what her role here at Creed’s Lake is when it’s time.” She looked at Melissa. “Please keep the talk a little more vanilla for Belle.”

Vanilla?

“Okay fine. Back to the crooked cock stories.” Kayla changed the subject, but it did not make me feel any better. What did a rooster have to do with being crooked? And why did the rooster like that cat so much?

Axton

I rubbed my temples as they all stared at me. “I don’t know why I said it, okay? It just came out.”

“I’m going to have a black eye.” Magnus growled.

“Wrenly has a hell of a bump on her head.” Irons complained.

“It might solve some problems.” Creed sat back in his chair and thought about it. “Then create a new one because the girl is vulnerable and may not want the divorce.”

“Please just forget that came out of my mouth. I’m not marrying anyone.” I had enough problems as it was, and still needed to deal with my problems in West Virginia. Not to mention my mom and sister were temporarily moved into the apartments and needed operatives with them to go to work.

There was a knock on the door, and I knew I was about to face even more hell.

“That’s the brother.” Creed said as Magnus got up to open it.

Koty looked up at him and his eyes grew.

“Come on in.” Magnus said.

Koty was probably looking at his damn eye.

“Have a seat. I don’t think you’ve met everyone, Koty. You already met Axton and Bolton, but that’s Magnus, then Irons, Jennings, Granger just joined us, and last but not least, our resident sasquatch, Drakos.”

Within a minute of introductions, they were asking questions. “Let’s start with Belle. Why exactly wasn’t she made into a child bride? Don’t leave out any details.” Creed asked.

“Okay, as you can imagine by looking at me, we are mostly all small men in my family. The women usually top out at around 5’5” and Belle's mother is pretty short too. When she was born she was the longest baby my father had, and she already had that auburn hair. She also has blue eyes and her parents both have dark brown eyes. Her mother is a blond. Our father saw that as a sign and had a prophecy her entire life. There was a war coming with a false profit and God would send one of his soldiers to earth to defeat the false profit. Belle was meant to be this soldier’s first wife. He said he would have the birthmark on his arm that would match Belle’s birthmark. She wasn’t to be married to anyone until the soldier arrived. She was only meant for him. What my papa didn’t understand was that we had ancestors that were tall and had red hair. She simply inherited it from a forgotten ancestor.”

“What do you think of your fathers’ prophecies?” Creed asked.

He looked between all of us. “I thought they were all bullshit my entire life. Every coincidence was seen as a prophecy in my father’s eyes. Take Axton’s birthmark for example. I saw it this morning when he was tickling my sister in his bed.” Koty looked at me and growled.

Fuck!

All heads whipped around and looked at me.

“Shut up, it was totally innocent. Don’t even try it.”

“Birthmark?” Bolton asked.

“Yeah, they both have the birthmark. Same place, same color, exact same shape.”

Drakos snorted. “Axton is a soldier. Well, it looks like more wedding bells are soon to be ringing.”

“Fuck off, Drakos.” I growled.

“Wait.” Irons leaned forward. “Are you telling us your father, who claims to be a prophet, said for all those years that she would meet a soldier with the birthmark Axton has?”

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