Page 11 of The Monsters Within
I hadn’t fucking thought about that. But yeah, I would tell them to fuck off. Rose was mine. Mimic was ours. He was already patched in. I wasn’t worried about that.
“He’s no different from Morpheus.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“When Morpheus finds out about Amber and Pippen, he’ll come for them. Reaper will do the same for Kytten and Mimic.”
“And Montana?”
“Who knows what the fuck he’ll do? His ego will force him to come whether he wants to or not.”
“Hang on.” I jumped out of my chair when I saw Rose rushing toward me.
I met her halfway and put my arms around her. “What’s wrong, Rosie?”
“Did King call Val?” she asked, her eyes locked on my president.
I looked over my shoulder at King and motioned for him to come forward. When he approached, she asked, “Did you call Val?”
King looked at me, and I shook my head before he looked back at Rose.
“Did you call her?” she shouted.
“No, Cash asked me not to,” he answered. I felt her deflate in my arms. She was so worried about Val knowing what she had been doing to herself.
She threw herself at me and said, “Thank you. You can’t tell her.”
“Rosie, she has to be told at some point,” I whispered.
“Why?” She stepped back and looked up at me. “She doesn’t need to know.”
“Baby, settle down. No one is going to tell her until you are ready.”
“Kytten.” I looked up at Mellie. “Let’s finish talking, ok?”
Rose looked at King. “You promise you won’t call her?”
“I can’t promise that. But I can promise I will talk to you about it first.”
I wouldn’t let him call Valhalla. That was something she had to do on her own.
“Go on, baby. I’m not leaving.” I kissed her forehead and turned her around. I watched her and Mellie walk to their seats. She didn’t think she could do this, but she was stronger than she fucking knew. When she sat down, her eyes sought mine. I smiled and winked as King and I sat.
“I need to ask you again, brother. Are you sure?”
“You don’t know her the way I do.”
“It’s only been a few weeks.”
“How long before you knew Grace was it?” When he didn’t answer, I continued, “You think I don’t know about Brandy?”
“Why do you have to be a fucking dick?”
I threw my head back and laughed. “You’re the one who wanted to talk. You say you aren’t fucking Grace—”
“I’m not.” His jaw flexed with his confession.
“That means you haven’t fucked a woman in over two years. Tell me again how I couldn’t know shit after a few weeks.”
