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“I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
Emma cocked a brow at him.
“I thought you hated club life,” he continued.
“Hated…? Boy, don’t push your trauma onto me,” Emma said. She folded her cut and placed it back on the top of her dresser, and he caught a flash of pride in her expression as she looked down at it. His stomach clenched tight, and he wished he could be happy for her, but he just couldn’t.
She turned around, and he gave her a dirty look, but when she crossed her arms and gave him thatyou-better-be-jokinglook he fucking hated, he sat down on her bed with a deep sigh. Emma rolled her eyes and threw a duffel bag at him. He caught it with a grunt, then dropped it on her bed.
“Have you told Dad and Pops?”
She arched a brow at him, and he grumbled under his breath because, of course, she had. He was the last one she was telling.
“What about your apartment?”
“The lease was up anyway,” she said with a grin, her eyes twinkling. She turned to her closet and began pulling clothes off the hangers. “Trav promised to help me move the furniture and whatever I’m not taking with me tomorrow.”
“When? I’ll help.”
“In two weeks. Saturday and Sunday.”
He nodded slowly. He would help with that even if he hated the thought of her moving, and seeing as he had plenty of free time at the moment…
“I’m gonna go with you,” he said.
Emma spun around to look at him with surprise etched on her face. “You’re what now?”
“Going with you.”
She opened her mouth, but a few seconds went by before anything came out of it. The annoyed sound wasn’t what he’d hoped for. He’d expected it, though. It was Emma, after all.
“You’resonot going with me. I can’t with you guys. Honestly. I’m a grown-ass woman. I don’t need no man.”
“But you’ll always need your big bro,” he said with a wry smile and a shrug.
She gave him a deadpan look, and he smiled right back at her until he realized what she’d said.
“Wait. Trav is going, too?”
Travis and Emmett were the nephews of a King. They, along with one of their fathers, were deaf.Emmett had cochlear implants, while Travis and their father didn’t. When they met as kids, Emma already knew some ASL, and she and Travis became instant friends. Emmett and Travis were like family to them.
Emma nodded. “He even roped Emmett into going under the guise of making sure I get there alright. As if I can’t ride for an hour on my own. Definitely not because he doesn’t like the thought of me being alone with a bunch of biker dudes.”
“You don’t like biker dudes,” he said, then scrunched up his nose. “Or do you?”
He’d apparently been wrong about her not liking biker life, so who the fuck knew what else he was wrong about?
Emma didn’t answer him, which was probably worse than if she had.
“Doesn’t matter. No sex for you until you’re forty,” he said with a pointed look.
Dad was the one who’d made that rule. He was simply enforcing it.
Emma huffed out a laugh and said, “Honey, I’m sorry to break it to you, but—”
He stuck his fingers in his ears and lalala’d to the best of his abilities. She flipped him off, and he stuck his tongue out at her in response. Such maturity they always exhibited when together. It was astounding, really.
“But, seriously, if you need me to talk to Travis, let me know,” he said, grabbing her hand and tugging her down onto the bed next to him.
