Page 19 of King Daddy

“Good. I can give you a gun and you can be my Clyde or whatever.”

“Wouldn’t that make you Bonnie?”

Beau laughed. It was a soft and sexy sound. “I don’t know. I’m ridiculous when I’m tired.”

Kylo snuggled in even closer and kissed Beau’s neck. “Go to sleep, gorgeous. I’ll keep you safe without a gun. My hands are deadly.”

He felt Beau shake with silent laughter and—somehow—Kylo’s smile got bigger. Maybe they were two fucked-up peas in a pod, but they had each other. That was enough for Kylo.

Chapter Seven

The hard way Kyloslept told Beau exactly how much Kylo still needed to heal. He left the bed, showered, and dressed. Beau sent someone to get flowers for Kylo for when he woke up. He arranged them next to the bed and had Pierre on standby to feed Kylo when he finally dragged himself downstairs. Kylo slept through it all without budging.

Henry appeared at his side as Beau reached the bottom of the stairs. He knew Beau. They made a good team. “SUV?”

“Yes. We’re picking up a few people?”

“Ah. The Yukon.”

Beau chuckled. Yeah. Henry knew him. The Yukon could hold up to nine people. He definitely needed that today. While Henry headed for the garage, Beau found Mickey.

Mickey’s green eyes swung Beau’s way at his approach. “What’s up, boss?”

“Kylo is still sleeping. When he wakes up, don’t let him leave. Tell him Pierre will be sad if he doesn’t eat the special meal he’s cooked for him. Say whatever it takes to get him to stay. He’s not safe outside this house.” He hesitated. Beau didn’t usually explain himself, but he was trying to be a new person. “Reggie hired that guy to stab him. I don’t want Kylo out of our sight until this is fixed.”

Mickey looked thunderous. “Don’t worry. I got this while you take care of that guy. Fucking Reggie,” Mickey muttered under his breath, making Beau smile.

He felt like he was on the right track. Beau motioned for Rico to come with him. They piled into the SUV and headed for The PlayPen. Beau had already checked with his connection. His sons were there. Fewer trips were best, and this wasn’t the type of thing he could discuss anywhere but the safety of Banks’ club. Still, his impatience made the ride feel like it took forever. He nearly growled in relief when Henry dropped him at the door. Rico watched his back as they headed inside. He must have looked exactly how he felt because Boone and Banks went on alert the moment they spotted him.

He didn’t waste time. “Leave Shane to watch your boys. I need you to come with me.” They stood without question and moved to let their husbands know. Adan’s husband sat at the table, looking bored and ignoring Beau. Beau felt nothing for Adan or him, except a fondness for the friendship they gave his sons. “You want in on this too?”

Axton’s eerie light gaze focused on him. He looked like the killer he was. “Where you headed?”

“To kill a pedophile.”

Axton stood. “Let me tell Adan to stay close to Shane until I get back.”

Beau dipped his chin. Something stirred in his chest. He had fucked up more in his life than most people did in ten lifetimes, and still these men didn’t hesitate to back him. It was more loyalty than he deserved, but he hoped to earn it someday. But today, Beau needed to be the bastard who took the west coast weapons trade by force. Beau was a lot of things, and his moral compass was practically zero, but he was no groomer. He wouldn’t allow one to live who had harmed one of his. An evil smile tugged at his lips. Just ask Adan’s uncle. Oops. Not possible without a seance.

In under ten minutes, he had his boys loaded into the SUV. They rode in silence for much longer than he could stand. He needed to warn them about what they were headed into.

“You should know. I’m going after Reggie.”

No one seemed surprised to hear he was a child groomer.

Boone nodded. “Good.”

Beau fought a smile. They might have their issues, but they always had each other’s backs. It was more than most could say.

Kylo took himself on a tour of the house while he waited for Beau’s return. Mickey hadn’t mentioned where Beau had gone and his cageyness on the matter said Kylo was probably better off not knowing. With a general idea, thanks to Pierre, of what areas of the house to avoid, he wandered aimlessly. He left the employees' quarters alone. There were so many rooms. A majority were obviously unused. It didn’t take him long to get bored and move back to the kitchen, seeking company.

Mickey smiled at his appearance. “You want some coffee?”

Kylo sat at the table with him. “No, thank you. Another cup and I’ll be bouncing off the walls.”

“That’s okay. No one will judge.”

He had nice green eyes. They had laugh lines around them. That said a lot about how happy of a person he was. “How long have you worked for Beau?”

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