Page 32 of A Baby for the Beast
"Thank you for my dress," I say, leaning up and kissing his jaw as he hands me a sandwich.
"Do you like that one?" he asks, his voice earnest as he watches for my reaction. "I can get you more."
"One is enough," I tell him, squeezing his forearms before digging into my sandwich. I'll put my hair up in a ponytail and grab a pair of flats and call myself presentable enough to talk to lawyers.
"This is good," I tell him as I walk back over to my spot on the couch so I can tidy up where I was sitting.
He watches me as I do, chewing and staying attentive. He's always so attentive, always on alert. I smile to myself, eating the rest of my sandwich as I tidy up.
"You ready?" I ask when I finish.
Lucas takes a deep breath. Seems like he's as excited about this as I am. But we're doing it together. I slip my hand into his, linking our fingers and wrapping my other hand around his bicep. He presses his lips to the top of my head, his purr rumbling around us.
"It'll be over soon," he tells me.
The words sound more like a hope than a known fact, but I'll take them. It doesn't matter what Kyle does at this point, because I have Lucas. No matter what happens, he's here and he's more than willing to stand between me and whatever vitriol is being spewed at me. I cling to him as we ride the elevator down, and I don't stop until we're at the lawyer's building.
"We'll let the lawyers talk," Lucas tells me, leaning in to whisper the words into my ear. "We listen to them. That's what makes us better prepared than he is. He's going to try to get under your skin. Don't let him."
I squeeze his arm tighter, and he presses his lips to my temple.
"You wear my bite," he says, his hot breath brushing over my neck and sending goosebumps across my skin. "You are mine, and I take care of what's mine."
"I know," I tell him, turning so I'm facing him, lifting my face enough to capture his lips with mine.
The kiss is chaste, brief, but it brings a sense of comfort to me. When he straightens, he rolls his head to the side and squares his shoulders. Whatever happens next, he'll still be here. He'll still be mine, and we'll figure this out together.
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Lucas
Let me kill him. I'll be fast. No one will even know it's happening until it's too late.
And then what? We go to jail for murder?
It's justified. There have to be exceptions for it.
Just stay inside and don't cause issues. Hayley's looking to us to be strong for her. Don't lose it and make it so she feels like we're unstable.
Fine, but if this goes poorly, we're going with my plan.
And do tell what your plan is.
Murder.
Thankfully, Remus is all talk. Okay, he's being genuine with everything he's saying, but he at least knows that if we murder Kyle where there are witnesses, we go to jail, and our littleomega and her daughter will be left all alone to do life on their own without us there to take care of them.
Then we do it when there are no witnesses.
We'll talk about this later.
A growl slips from my lips, but thankfully, it's just Hayley, me, and our lawyers in the conference room. Hayley gives my forearm a little squeeze, and Gloria, the beta attorney we've hired, quirks a brow at me as if asking if I'm good.
"We're discussing some things," I say, swallowing down the gravel in my voice from Remus getting too close to the surface and wanting to rip Kyle apart. "We're good, though. Remus knows not to show up."
"He knows it, is he willing to cooperate?" Gloria asks, and I give her a short nod. "Good, this goes better when you two remain calm and level-headed. Based on what we've seen from Mr. Ward, he's a hothead. Let him be."
"And if he refuses to sign the documents?" Hayley asks, her voice smaller than I've heard it before, and it has me bristling.
