Page 67 of Infected By Virus

Finishing up his shower, he grabbed the clothes that Wall Street had left for him and went in search of his president. He wanted to get to Rae as soon as humanly possible.

Zombie and Outlaw had mercy on him, but it was still pretty fucking late before he unlocked his front door.

Virus didn’t get two steps into the house before he had a gun in his face. “Jesus,” he yelped before Hook pulled it back.

“Welcome home,” he teased.

“That didn’t feel very welcoming. How are you not asleep?”

“I was, but then I heard you.” Yeah, Virus knew not to question Hook’s ability to pull from a dead sleep to caffeinated squirrel in two point five seconds. There was a reason he was Enforcer.

“Adam?” He knew his son was good, he’d asked and Zombie had told him. He wanted to bust into that room and hold him tight, but he was in Hook’s old bed at the clubhouse. Along with Hook’s daughter and ol’ lady. As much as he thought Hook would understand, he wasn’t willing to chance catching Nova in a state that would send Hook over the edge.

So, he had to content himself with pressing his forehead to the door.

“Snoozing. Nova put him down after the kids gorged themselves on pancakes that they made themselves.” He sounded like a proud dad. Virus hoped that’s what he sounded like when he talked about Adam.

“Thanks, brother.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Virus stalked to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer, handing one to Hook.

“The breakfast of champions.”

“So, how’s she holding up?” He needed an insight into how she was, what he’d find in his bedroom.

If Rae saw him differently after what she’d witnessed, he didn’t know if he could live with it. However, he could live with that a whole lot better than if he’d broken her … again.

Virus didn’t wait for Hook’s answer. “He violated her.” At Hook’s puzzled look, Virus clarified.

“Not like that. For years he watched her. He had cameras in her apartment. He had all these stills, and he used them to …” His voice trailed off. He couldn’t even say it, he could barely think about it. Of course, he didn’t have to, Hook would’ve been kept abreast of everything step by step. Their club was efficient like that. Every cog turning in time. It was why their brotherhood was so tight.

“I failed her, man. And Adam, he … he—” He choked back his own tears.

“I know, brother, but he didn’t, and he never will.”

“I know but?—”

“But nothing. He had cameras, but he didn’t have her. With time and help, she can take back what he tried to steal. Adam is none the wiser to what someone he loved planned.”

“But, my Sunny,” he practically sobbed.

“But nothing. Do not underestimate the mama bear instinct. Women are not as delicate as you think, especially when it comes to their kids, and make no mistake, that boy is as much hers as Flower is mine.”

Virus looked up into his enforcer’s eyes. It was hard to let him see him at his most vulnerable, but if anyone understood, it was Hook. The tables had been turned just months before when Nova’s ex tried some similar shit with Nova and June.

“Now, I’m going to go collect my family and Adam. Take ’em back to my place. Then show my woman just how much she means to me. I suggest you do the same.”

With that, Hook set down his still full bottle, embraced him for what would be considered a too-long hug, and left.

Stripping along the way, Virus climbed into bed behind Rae and held her tight and slept.

The nightmares he expected didn’t come. Instead, he dreamed of a future with Rae and Adam. A future that was bright and happy because he had his personal ray of sunshine with him.

Soft moans brought him to the upper stages of sleep, and a curvy ass rhythmically rubbed against his growing erection. Sun Rae, her name floated through his mind like an invocation. The hand that rested against a soft belly was guided downward until it encountered heaven.

Virus shook off the last vestiges of sleep when the small hand left his and reached around for his cock.

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