Page 105 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

None of us are touchy-feely people, but the way they’re openly talking about what happened and teasing about all the sex is nice. No one is being guarded about it, and no one seems to have any regrets.

That makes for a nice change.

“Let me guess,” Priest says, finishing a bite of toast. “Knox and Ash are still asleep.”

“They were snoring when I left them. I kind of hope they don’t realize I got up and wake up cuddling each other.”

Gage laughs, and Priest snorts, wiping his fingers clean from the butter and jam. “That would be a sight to see. Ash won’t care. He’ll cuddle anything, and Knox will just tease him about it.”

“Maybe I’ll sneak back up later and see if I can get a picture or something. Just for the evidence.”

I grab a mug down from the shelf, and I can feel their eyes on me as I stretch up to get it. It makes my tank top ride up a little, exposing a strip of my back and stomach, and both of them seem to zero in on it.

Their gazes are hot and possessive, and they don’t even have to touch me or say anything to make me want them all over again.

“Do you really think you’ll be able to keep Julian out of your business?” I ask them, glancing over my shoulder as I try to focus on the matter at hand.

“We’ll do our best,” Gage replies. “We’ve been talking about—”

He’s cut off by the sound of someone knocking on the front door.

Immediately, the air in the room shifts from being open and warm to tense. Priest grips his mug a little tighter, and Gage gets up, heading toward the door with a stride that reminds me of a predator.

“I swear to god, if that FBI agent is back,” I mutter under my breath. I don’t know how many more times I can tell him I don’t have any information for him before he gets the hint. And if he’s heard about our deal with Julian already, then I’m going to have some questions for him, actually. About why he can’t stay out of our business.

But then I hear a voice, and it’s definitely not Agent Carter.

It’s female and so familiar that it makes my chest ache immediately.

Hannah.

She’s speaking to Gage, and I can’t make out what either of them are saying, but that doesn’t matter. She’shere. I practically drop my mug down on the counter and start to head toward the front door, but before I take more than a step forward, Hannah bursts into the kitchen.

She looks different than the last time I saw her, mostly because she seems furious and distressed. Her blue eyes are blazing and her eyebrows are turned down into a frown, instead of that timid expression she was wearing back in Julian’s basement.

“What the fuck did you do?” she demands.

The ferocity of her tone catches me off-guard, and I take a step back, not sure what she’s pissed at me for or what’s happening. “What? What are you—? How did you get here?”

I wasn’t expecting Julian to just… let her go. Not yet, anyway. Not until the ink is dry on the marriage certificate between Natalie and Knox at least, and he can be sure he’s gotten everything he can out of this deal. He’s not the type to give up an asset until he has what he wants in exchange for it. I can tell that about him easily.

“I snuck out,” Hannah says sharply. “And I don’t have long. If he finds out I left, he’ll…” She trails off, a look of fear crossing her face like a shadow passing over the sun. Then she shakes her head, tightening her jaw. “That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point? Why are you mad at me?”

“Because you went behind my back and talked to Julian! I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t…” Now it’s my turn to trail off, staring at her in confusion. “Of course you didn’taskme to. How does that matter? What else was I supposed to do, Hannah? Let him keep you? Just deal with the fact that you’re married to someone who you don’t even want to be with? The son of the man who almost killed you?”

“You don’t understand,” she mutters.

“Yeah, I guess I don’t! How did you even find out what happened?”

I’m focused almost entirely on my sister, but out of the corner of my eye, I see Gage motion to Priest, who nods and gets up from the table. The two of them step out of the kitchen, giving us some privacy—as much privacy as we can have when Hannah is practically yelling at me—and I’m grateful for it.

“He fucking told me!” my sister snaps. “He came home last night with a smug, cruel look on his face and told me we were getting a divorce.”

She spits the word like it’s something bad, and my stomach clenches into a tight knot. I don’t understand why she’s so pissed off. I can’t have read this whole situation that wrong, can I? It can’t be that she wants tostaywith Julian. Even if there was some kind of fucked up attachment there, she’s smart enough to know that he doesn’t treat her well. That he doesn’t deserve her.

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