Page 63 of Royally Lucky

He opened his arms, catching his woman as she launched herself at him. “Did you miss me?”

She wrapped her legs around his waist while her hands went to his shoulders. “Maybe a little. How was your day?”

Kendrick tapped her bare ass. His grin widened as he realized she had no panties on under her frilly dress. “Who gives a fuck about my day. It’s much better now that I’m here and have a handful of this.”

Her laughter eased the knot that had been in his chest all day. “I made you supper. It’s an old family recipe that I got from Andre. Come on, carry me into the dining room. We’ll eat, and then you can have dessert. Two guesses what’s on the menu for dessert.”

“Does it start with S and end with me eating you?” he growled.

He began walking them toward the primary suite, ignoring her demand they go to the dining room.

“The food will burn,” she cried.

“Then you should’ve worn panties when you greeted me at the door. I can’t think with my hands full of naked Sutton.”

TWO HOURS LATER, THEYsat at the table, eating the delicious dinner she’d cooked earlier. He owed a huge thank you to Andre, who’d come and shut the stove off and put the food into the refrigerator for them. His best friend and bodyguard had warned his wife before they’d returned that he’d had a bad day, which was why she’d decided to give him a distraction in the form of a panty-less welcome. Kendrick wasn’t sure who was in charge. Him. Sutton. Or Andre. Hell, who was he kidding? Sutton had him and everyone in his organization wrapped around her little finger. Of course, the little one growing inside her wouldn’t be too far behind, but Sutton would always be his number one.

“So, Jeter asked you to find out about a woman named Jinx for one of his brothers, huh?” Sutton asked, swallowing around a mouthful of pasta.

He nodded. “Yeah. She worked for a while in a strip club owned by the Dragna Family in California. Somehow, she ended up in BFE up north, where Viking met her, and then she did a runner on him. Not that Jeter said his brother is in the right headspace for a woman, but knowing the connection with the Dragna and her could spell trouble. He wanted me to see if I could trace her.”

Sutton set her fork down, a frown marring her beautiful features. “And could you?”

Kendrick rubbed a hand over his chest. “From what I found, she was in the family home of the Dragna since she was little. I don’t think she’s blood-related. Mind you, this could all be false information. The Dragna’s are not known for being truthful. There’s talk about a girl named Jinx who belonged to them. However, it sounded more like she was a commodity than a person. I sent the information to Jeter. I don’t think it’ll be good whatever they uncover. From what I gathered, this Jinx wasn’tthere of her own free will. Whether she was given or sold to them is the question.”

Sutton’s eyes widened. “Oh, dear god. That poor girl. Is this Viking a good man? Is he going to take care of her?”

He shrugged, unsure of the man or his intentions.

“If he’s going to hurt her, we have to protect the girl.” Her hand went to her stomach. The memory of what she’d gone through and suffered at the hands of her family and the Dragnas was still fresh in both of their minds.

“I’ll see what I can do. Come on, let’s go back to bed.”

She rolled her eyes, but a grin split her cheeks. “I thought you’d never ask.”

THE END

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“Yo, Viking. Where are you going, brother?” King asked. The Prez held his ole’ lady on his lap, sipping his favorite whiskey.

“I’m gonna head north and see my family for Christmas,” Bekkett said.

King swallowed the last of his drink and stood, setting Ayesha back in his seat. Bekkett grinned at the little scowl crossing King’s ole’ lady’s face. She might be tiny, but she had their Prez wrapped around her little pinky.

“I see that smirk on your face, brother. I ain’t pussy whipped so much as Ayesha whipped.” King held his hand out.

Bekkett slapped his palm against his Prez’s, giving a silent nod of agreement to his words when his heart and soul wanted to scream. He pulled King in for a shoulder bump, slapped his back, and stepped back with a tight-lipped grin. “You keep that shit up, and you’re gonna need to build a fucking daycare around here,” Bekkett growled.

“Get the fuck outta here, Viking. See you in a few days. Ride safe.” King slapped his shoulder before returning to his seat.

Bekkett weaved his way through the crowd. The cheery red, white, and green lights gave him a slightly anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know why he always put off visiting until the very last minute. Hell. Each year, he swore he’d go there days, weeks in advance.

“On your way out, brother?” T-Rex sat at the door like usual, his big frame dwarfing his ole’ lady’s much smaller one.

“Yep. I’ll be back for the New Year’s party. Did Lux give you that new tattoo?” he asked T-Rex. He lifted his chin toward the new ink on the side of his neck. From what he could see, it was part of a very intricate dragon, which made sense since the man had a huge komodo dragon for a fucking pet.

T-Rex nodded. “Of course. I had to beg her to allow me to pay her. In cash, not orgasms. Not that she didn’t get those in tips.” The fucker made an obscene tongue gesture.

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