Page 48 of Diesel
Riot grins, leaning back in his chair like nothing can touch him.
Prick.
Ivy mutters a “Nate” under her breath, and I swear I hear someone else drop a “Shit” but Riot doesn’t take his eyes off my husband. I don’t like the way he’s looking atZane, like he’s a piece of crap that he needs to scrape off his boot.
“Fuck yourself, Diesel,” Riot says. “I ain’t the one keepin’ secrets.”
“Enough,” a voice says from behind us. It’s cold and filled with enough authority that everyone stops. I cut a look over my shoulder to see another tank-shaped man. Zane pulls me into his side, like he can save me from the testosterone fuelled showdown going on. “Diesel’s one of us,” he says.
Riot scoffs. “You want me to put my trust in a brother who lied to us for years? I’m sorry, Nic, but I can’t.”
It seems like Nic becomes taller somehow, like his presence pushes against the tension in the room. “You can and you will.”
“Why? Because you say so?”
“Yes,” he says, his voice flat.
“Nate,” Mace says his name softly and Riot’s gaze slides to him. A thousand unspoken words are said in the look that passes between them. “Let it go.”
Riot doesn’t move for a beat, then sinks back into the chair. Dayna whistles low.
“I need a drink.”
“You’re pregnant,” Ivy reminds her.
“I said I need one, not that I’m going to start downing vodka.” Dayna lets out a breath, her eyes flaring in that way that says, “what the hell was that?” before she smiles at me. “Welcome to the… madness, I guess. We can’t keep calling you Zane’s wife, so…” She waves a hand.
“I’m Makenna.” I snap my gaze to Riot. “And just so you know, I bite.”
Dayna snorts. “I can already tell were going to like you.”
The tension in my chest loosens just a fraction.
“I’m calling church. Five minutes. We’ll use the other room,” Nic says before walking out.
I frown. Calling what? Church?
Zane drops his lips into my hair. “It’s a meeting,” he clarifies.
“Right. Why’s it called church?”
“Just is.” He turns, standing in front of me like a wall in leather and denim and addresses the entire room. “I’m only going to say this once. If anything happens to her while I’m here, there won’t be a corner of this earth for you to hide in. Nothing touches her. Understand?”
I sidle closer, not sure what is about to happen after he drops that very real, very clear threat. Maylie shifts the baby on her chest and Ivy glances at the guys.
Dayna doesn’t blink. Then smirks. “Okay, that was fucking hot. Like melt-your-knickers-off hot.”
“Right?” Maylie adds, stroking up and down her baby’s back. “I may have just given birth, but I think my uterus is contracting again for a different reason.”
Mace shoots her a look that could level cities. “You’re literally lying there with my kid attached to you,” he mutters.
“You’re still the hottest guy in the room,” she says, kissing the baby’s head. “But I can still appreciate the romance.”
“You girls have a funny idea about what constitutes romantic,” Riot grumbles, still side eyeing Zane like he thinks he might lunge at him.
“Can we focus?” Nic cuts through the shit. “Church. Now.”
Zane let’s go of my hand, but I feel the reluctance.
