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Loch counters, “Groveling annoys her.”
“Okay. I’ll just say it…”
I flit my hand at Loch in jeans and a black T-shirt. The man has giant muscles popping everywhere.
And I flit at Sire, my jacked, inked, hot AF husband, who’sstillhard; Viagra should take notes.
“You brothers are way too hot and blessed with beautiful, big dicks. You’re never annoying, even when groveling. We’re just making you work for the pussy when it’s already yours.” I stab my finger at them. “And don’t tell the queens I told you that; I’ll get kicked out of their Cunty Club.”
Sire smirks, crossing his beefy arms and leaning against the doorjamb. “So, Ineverannoy you?”
Oh fuck.
I’m gonna regret that confession.
Sweetly, I huff, “I love you, but don’t test my theory. Just stay hard. We’re not done. And you?” I aim my orders at Loch. “You love Alena, and she loves you. Grovel and make it hot. Use that big dick and smile. And if you need our help, you know we always will.”
CHAPTER FORTY
SIRE
An eerie calmclaims my blood.
I know I’m doing the right thing.
I’ll save my family. I’ll give my kidney to get my nephew. I’ll get Wren pregnant before I go. I’ll find out why my father gives a shit about someone more than himself. And I’ll do it by finding my answers here.
“Thought you said I had to leave.” Loch swings open the heavy metal door to Mom’s club.
“Thought you owed me this first, cockblocker.” I grin, holding Wren’s hand, and escorting her inside.
It’s early afternoon, the club is closed, and its house lights are on. Staff are busy cleaning as usual.
It no longer bothers me bringing Wren in here. In fact, it makes me happy when she runs, arms open, to hug Alan. Like she promised Nannie, she’s protecting him.
He’s been out of rehab for months. He’s wearing a smile and a healthy amount of weight. He’s a changed man, who’s far safer here on the coast than where we last found him in the mountains, trapped in Waylon’s deadly snare.
Mom gave Alan a job at the club. He’s happy, sober, and rumor has it, in love with Lucy, the bartender.
Lucy glances up from slicing limes, nodding at us. “She’s upstairs in a meeting.”
“Thanks.” I wave, leading the way. Wren and Loch follow as I call out, “Hey, Alan. Join us, please.”
“Uh…” He drops a mop into a yellow bucket. “Yes, sir.”
“Please, don’t call me ‘Sir.’” I enter the code for the door to the upper levels. “It’sSire.”
“Yes, sir, Sire,” he rushes, but I’m too focused on my plan to correct him again.
Climbing the stairs, we stop outside my mom’s office door. Behind it, I hear a familiar, deep voice—Axel—but then there’s another man’s voice I don’t recognize.
Who are they meeting with?
I knock, and Mom asks, “Who is it?”
“Me.” I stare at her camera aimed at our group standing outside her door. “Us.”
What the fuck? I know she sees us. Is she stalling? She’s been so secretive lately.
