Page 11 of Room Twenty: Owning Their Angel

Bedlam sat back in his chair, his eyes studying me for a long time. He shook his head slowly. “We’ll ask Hacker to keep as much of an eye on her as he can, and we wait. She’s ours and we’ll claim her together. It was always the plan.”

Fuck, it felt amazing and horrible at the same time. I was holding them back, but I desperately wanted the three of us to be on the same footing. For her. Because anything less wouldn’t be enough for her.

“We should have told her,” Viper lamented, and I had to agree.

“Can’t change it now. All we can do is wait and then go and bring her home as soon as I get my cut.”

What I didn’t voice was the possibility that I wouldn’t earn my cut or it taking longer than a year of prospecting. I didn’t want to hang too much onto hope, but it was hard as fuck not to where Heather was concerned.

Now, the weight of my cut on my back feels good. It feels right. Yet, something is missing, and I know exactly what it is. We need to go and get our woman.

“Scope,” Prez’s voice holds pride, “now you’re our brother. We know you’ll wear your cut and patch with pride.”

The room is loud as fuck with everyone cheering in the middle of the common room. I am now, officially, part of the Devil’s Saints MC. I’m glad I found a place to belong because when I got out of the military, I wasn’t sure if I would.

“Considering how good of a shot you are, we’re definitely glad to have you on our side,” Prodigal gives me shit as he gives me a man hug before wrapping his arm back around his old lady, Wrenley.

When I see them together, it’s harder to keep a smile on my face. Not because he doesn’t deserve her at his side, but because I don’t have my woman with me. At least not yet.

Wrenley tilts her head to the side before giving me a hug and whispering, “Congratulations. All I need in life are more overprotective brothers.”

I bark out a laugh as Prodigal growls and leans into his wife’s ear to whisper something. I can only imagine what it is from the way she turns bright red and gives him a warning look.

It takes a lot of effort to hold myself in place all night instead of tearing out of the compound to get to our woman. The congratulations and joy on the faces of my brothers as they welcome me into the club makes staying a little easier. Not by much, but a little.

I throw back a few shots with some brothers, Viper and Bedlam sticking close to my side as I do. Since Heather left, we’ve gotten even closer. We always watched out for each other, but it’s something more borne from knowing how the other is feeling down to the deepest parts of us.

When Connie, one of the angels, slides up next to me, I almost snarl at her. She has no idea the way she bats her eyelashes at me isn’t sexy like she thinks it is. I miss Heather and how she managed to still be done up and look natural at the same time.

I miss the way my woman smells—like lavender and crisp air. I miss the way she would mold to my body. My arms ache to hold her, but I can’t right now and it’s killing me from the inside out.

“So, Scope,” Connie purrs and I clench my jaw to stop myself from grimacing, “how about I help you celebrate having your patch?”

“I’m not interested,” I tell her firmly. When she opens her mouth, I know she’s going to try and push me, but I’m on the edge of snapping and she doesn’t deserve my wrath. She has no idea there’s only one woman I could ever love. And now I’m free to claim her along with Bedlam and Viper. “Really, Connie,” I cut her off and make a sweeping motion toward the rest of the room, “there are plenty of brothers here who will take you up on the offer. I’m not one of them.”

Connie rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath that I don’t care to catch. The only thing I care about is that she turns around and heads toward another brother. Frenzy is nursing a beer as he sits on one of the couches and welcomes her with open arms.

I look at Viper and then Bedlam who are still flanking me on either side. “It’s time to go and get our woman,” my voice doesn’t hold any room for argument.

“Fucking finally,” Viper mumbles.

Bedlam’s grin is wide as fuck, some of the guy he was before Heather pulled a runner peeking out. “Hell fucking yes it’s time to go and get our woman.”

I laugh, feeling lighter than I have in months. We aren’t sure how she’ll feel about seeing us again, but we won’t be taking no for an answer.

We own her, always have and always will. She’s ours.

CHAPTER 6

POE

Two nights ago, Zach earned his patch and became Scope and now we’re sitting in Church with our brothers. Viper is on one side of me with Scope on the other. The nervous energy coming off them is almost suffocating.

I don’t think anyone is going to challenge our claim, but this is the day we’ve been waiting for. It would have been a long wait with Heather here but with her gone and off in Sweetwater Valley, it felt even longer.

I haven’t seen our woman in so damn long, it feels like a part of me is missing and the hole left behind is becoming bigger and bigger with every passing day. I’m unsettled to the point that falling back on humor and putting a smile on my face has felt impossible lately.

I’m sure my club brothers have noticed. I used to be an agreeable guy and now I’m quick to snap at someone. I know it’s no one’s fault, but my own. I shouldn’t have insisted we wait to claim the woman we knew was ours.

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