Page 40 of Relentles
“Mort and Bailey our family, Bunny. Straight-up.”
“Where would we live?”
“Me and Mort bought the mansion together to replace the motherfucker we blew up.”
What?
Harley decided they’d forgotten her presence because she stood on the other side of the breakfast bar, close to the swinging door.
“I’ve always thought of Lucas and me being the principal owners since I hired the decorators and chose all the furnishings,” Mommie admitted.
“It belong to me and Digger, baby,” Daddy reminded her.
“I’m happy with my house,” Aunt Bunny said quietly, “so I’ve never had a problem with you referring to it as yours.”
“If they go, we go, Bunny,” Uncle Digger said firmly. “We’ll figure out a way to divide it.”
Aunt Bunny’s shoulders sagged.
Mommie nodded. “There’s only one kitchen.” She smiled at Aunt Bunny. “You’re welcomed to live there, of course, but two women can’t share a kitchen.”
“No sharing a fucking kitchen required, girl,” Uncle Digger said crossly. “We have a fucking staff.”
“I can direct the staff,” Mommie said quickly. She nodded to Harley. “What about our sweet girl, Lucas? If she stays, CJ will crush her.”
“Harley made that bed, Bailey,” Daddy said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I did not!” Harley yelled.
“I’m not coming to a decision right now,” Daddy continued, ignoring Harley and staring at Mommie. “We have to talk about this and…” He released a harsh breath. “Fuck, Bailey! I don’t know…”
Mommie swallowed, studied Daddy, then laid her hand against his cheek. “Forget I said anything, Lucas. That was selfish of me because I know what the club means to you. I…tonight just brought that awful day back to me. The past few weeks have been so hard.”
Daddy nodded, bent, and brushed his lips over hers. “Everything fine, Bailey. Don’t worry, pretty girl. None of us in danger, especially me.”
When everyone fell silent, Harley finally had her chance to be heard. “Youcan’tleave the club, Daddy! I know Mommie is scared, but what about me?”
Chapter Five - Mortician
Arriving home, Mort allowed Harley to run inside, down the hall, and up the stairs without stopping. Shock was one thing, but her complete and total disrespect had to stop.
He stepped in after Bailey, closing and locking the door, then flipping on the overhead light in the entrance hall.
She turned to him and lifted her stunning gaze to him. No other woman touched her beauty. “I need to talk to her.”
“It’s about time I had a moment with her, Bailey.”
She nodded. “I agree.”
Her invitation to her office Christmas party was a step in the right direction. Peace between them was still too new and fragile. One word to Harley, about her, or from her would fuck up the truce between him and Bailey.
That’s why her demand that he patch out hit him so hard. She was selling her Portland practice and reopening an office in Hortensia to save their marriage.
Could he really deny her demand no matter the toll it took?
“I-I love you, Lucas.”
He settled his hands on her hips and pulled her closer. Bending his head, he sipped her lips. “I love you, pretty girl,” he whispered.
