Page 67 of Angels and Skulls
“That’s more than enough time.” He rubs his hands together before placing them on my knees and pushing them apart.His tongue flicks at his lip ring, and the smoldering look he’s attentively giving my nether region is enough to send me over the edge.
“That’s it, baby. You’re always ready for me, aren’t you?”
Exactly ten minutes later, we are washed up and standing in front of our children as if nothing happened.
“That was a long time,” Aurelia complains, counting the money on the table.
“Now remember some of that is your brothers,” I tell her.
“I know. I know.” She waves for them to follow her, and they do.
Elijah throws himself on the couch. “The next generation of women are going to run this club someday,” he says confidently.
“You mean the women aren’t running it now?”
He scowls at me and I laugh, curling up beside him. “So, did you get a chance to talk to Raffe?”
“Naw, but he’s good.” He pats my back, hugging me close. “I have some tea,” he sing-songs.
I lay my head on his chest and roll my eyes. My husband is worse than the gossiping patch bunnies that hang around the club. “What now?”
He hugs me tight. “Your grandpa knew Jenny was alive. He helped her.”
I pull away from him slowly, my gaze bouncing over his face. “No,” I say quietly.
“Yep. She even came to his funeral.”
I sit up suddenly. “No! That is crazy. Why would grandpa keep their secret …” My words trail off, because I know why. Someone needed his help. My mind goes to the little box of secrets he has buried up at the cabin.
“Don’t be mad at him. I’m sure he had his reasons.”
“I’m not mad, Elijah. I know my grandfather. He only kept secrets for one reason and that was to protect those he loved. How do you know all of this?”
“Your dad told me this morning.”
Now it’s my turn to snap my head back in surprise. It makes my husband laugh.
“Hard to believe I know, but your old man is finally warming up to me.”
I run my finger over the rose tattoo on his arm. “He came around a long time ago, he just hasn’t shown it. But now that Mom and Dad are really stepping away …” Tears spring to my eyes as I remember my conversation with Dan. Maybe I’m a little more unsettled over them moving out of the warehouse than I thought.
“Hey, everything is okay.” Elijah brushes his thumb over my cheek, holding my gaze. “Let’s pack up the kids and go see them. Once you see how happy they are in their own place you’ll feel better.”
“Can we stop for ice cream?” Aurelia yells from the other room.
My husband mouthswhat the fuck?
“She has bionic hearing,” I tell him.
Our daughter giggles, letting us know she heard that too.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Raffe
Istand on the porch, rubbing my hands together. I’ve never been nervous around my son. This is a first for me.
Jackson opens the door with Aspen on his hip. “Papa!” she squeals excitedly, throwing herself out of my son’s arms and into mine.
