Page 38 of Killer's Obsession
She nods, already sliding out of bed. “I’ll be quick.”
I head downstairs to find Reign and Morpheus already in the common room, coffees in hand. Chilly, Devil, and Vex are milling around too, all of them looking suspiciously bright-eyed for this early in the morning.
“There he is,” Morph calls, raising his mug in salute.
I grunt in response, heading for the coffee pot. I’m going to need a lot of fucking caffeine to deal with whatever bullshit they’ve planned.
“You’ve gone and done it,” Reign says, his eyes dancing with amusement.
I take a long sip of coffee, eyeing him over the rim of my mug. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Morpheus snorts. “It means you’re the last motherfucker any of us expected to settle down, brother.”
I shrug, not rising to the bait. “The van ready?”
“Out front,” Chilly confirms. “Engine’s running.”
“Let’s get this shit loaded, then.”
The next hour passes quickly. The guys help me carry out my clothes, Memphis’s new things, and the essentials from thebathroom out to the van. There’s not much—I’ve never been one for personal possessions. Most of what I own fits in a couple of duffel bags.
“Jesus, Killer,” Reign grunts as he lifts a box. “What the fuck do you have in here? Bricks?”
“Guns,” I deadpan.
His eyes widen for a split second before he realizes I’m messing with him. “Fuck you, man.”
Morpheus strolls past with one of Memphis’s shopping bags dangling from his finger. “Is this Victoria’s Secret?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows.
I snatch the bag from him, shoving it into the van. “Don’t be messing with my woman’s shit.”
He holds up his hands, but laughs. “Someone’s not getting any.”
I flip him off, which only makes him laugh harder.
“Cut him some slack,” Lid chimes in, loading the last box. “He’s about to be living with a hot piece of?—”
“Finish that sentence,” I growl, “and I’ll rip your fucking tongue out.”
He darts out of my reach, grinning like an asshole. “Just saying, brother. She’s a knockout. And you’re...”
“A fucking delight,” I finish for him, slamming the van doors closed.
All these assholes burst out laughing.
Fuckers.
The sound of footsteps has us all turning. Memphis is heading our way looking fresh and beautiful in one of her new outfits—denim shorts that show off her slender legs and a simple white t-shirt. Her hair is pulled back in a high ponytail, and there’s a glow about her today that I haven’t seen before.
“Good morning,” she says, a bit shy under the attention of all the guys.
“Morning, darlin’,” Chief drawls, giving her a friendly nod. “Ready for the big move?”
She nods, her eyes finding mine. “All packed.”
Pinky comes flying out the door behind her, pink hair sticking up in every direction. “Wait! You weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye, were you?”
Memphis laughs as Pinky throws her arms around her in a fierce hug. “Of course not. I was just coming to find you.”
