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She winced.
“Don’t sweat it, pretty girl. We’ll get her back on track.” Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees. “It’s so good to hear you laugh. It’s still one of the best fucking sounds in the world to me.”
“I was thinking the same thing about you.”
He glanced at the dark polished wood of the floor. “I’ll talk to Prez tomorrow. Tell him when we have church again, I’m putting my resignation up for vote.”
“Lucas,” she breathed.
“I love you. I want you happy.”
“I love you too.” She moved closer to him. “But I wantyouhappy. I didn’t lie when I said I’m afraid for you. And for me because CJ thinks I don’t like him.”
“You don’t.” Mort straightened, smiling when she leaned her head against his back. “I know it’s because of Harley.”
“I do like him!” she protested. “I was angry with him. Harley was so devastated.”
Most of it she herself caused.
“But I don’t dislike him. I just felt overlooked and taken for granted.”
Mort went on alert. No motherfucker wanted to be neglected, but he swore there was a deeper meaning behind Bailey’s statement.
He turned to her, wishing the blanket wasn’t wrapped around her like she was a mummy. Not that it mattered. He took her into his arms anyway.
“Bailey, pretty girl, I’m so fucking sorry if I made you feel as if you not my priority.” He hugged her to him, tucking her head underneath his chin. “You mean everything to me.”
“Oh, Lucas. And you’re my everything. That’s why I want you happy. The club means a lot to you. I met you in it. I can’t think you’ll be happy away from it, until you’re ready to patch out orplay a less active role. Don’t resign. That was selfish of me to even ask that. We’re all family.”
“On Meggie girl no-kill list.”
She chuckled.
If they were already there, Meggie probably needed to add their sons. Mortician didn’t trust Ryan not to fuck up again.
“That’s probably what saved Digger,” Bailey reasoned. “Speaking of…would you consider buying his share of the mansion?”
“I’ll talk to him, but don’t get your hopes up. If I move there, he’ll want to come as well. Maybe, I’ll talk to him about upgrades. We can have separate entrances.”
“And separate kitchens. Definitely separate kitchens.”
“Okay, baby.”
She wiggled against him. Even though the blanket and whatever she wore, at the feel of her ass brushing against his dick Roscoe forgave him.
Standing in front of him, she brushed her lips over his. “Put your guns up,” she whispered, dropping the blanket and revealing her naked body, “and fuck me.”
Chapter Six - CJ
Persistent tugging on his hair awakened CJ. Even before he opened his eyes, exhaustion and misery pressed in on him. As more awareness seeped into him, he processed the date in his head.
December 23rd. From tomorrow to the day after Dad’s birthday, there’d be a series of parties, events, and get-togethers. He waited for the anticipation of all the presents and the fun on the horizon. He remained hollow inside and so tired he wanted to close his eyes and sleep the rest of the day.
A body moved against him. CJ lifted his head. Molly lay in the crook of his shoulder, her face upturned, her gaze on him. She awaited his acknowledgement.
It dawned on him she’d woke him up.
“Hey,” he told her, refusing to turn toward her. He had a hard dick, a normal morning occurrence for him. Still, after she’d taken the pill, she hadn’t settled down much, and CJ hadn’t wanted her to be overmedicated. Good for her. Fucked up for him. She’d had a fitful rest, sobbing and crying and moaning in her sleep for most of the fucking night. In the cold, dreary morning, his erection was embarrassing and unkind.
