Page 12 of Room Twenty: Owning Their Angel

The night in Club Sin changed something and took the relationship between us from casual to something so much more. We should have waited to let that happen. We should have waited to give her our collar.

I just couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to show her, at least in some way, she is ours and belongs to us.

Having that with her, that level of connection where we could just be ourselves without worrying about anyone else, wasn’t something we would only be able to have for one night without wanting it all the time. I knew we couldn’t offer that to her yet. We knew.

But I got fucking greedy, and I wanted more. Even though I couldn’t have it completely.

The thought of her running because of our actions, my actions, has been gnawing at me for the last three months. Did she feel used by us? Did she lose trust in us? Did shereallynot know our hearts only beat for her? Did she resent us because we gave into the temptation to own her, but not claim her officially?

I don’t know if I would do it differently if I were to go back and have the chance to change anything. The night we spent together in Club Sin was fucking amazing. We didn’t have to look over our shoulders to see if someone was watching us with our woman and seeing too much. We could let go and so could she.

I don’t regret it. I just wish she was here with us right now.

“That fucker Martinez is still underground. The Guidice family will keep their ears to the ground, but we need to do the same,” Lucifer growls and I know I should be paying attention because this is important.

I should be giving my club and my brothers my full attention but it’s hard when we know Heather is out there alone and unprotected. I’m trying to keep my shit together with a forced smile on my face, but the edges are starting to fray.

Well, fray more. I haven’t been holding it together very well over the last three months since Heather up and ran.

“He hasn’t had any further contact with the Rebels that we’ve found out about,” the bitterness in Prodigal’s tone is completely understandable considering his old lady was put in danger by the Riding Rebels.

The only good thing is that Anarchy, the Rebels’ Prez who was obsessed with Wrenley, was put down, and the whole situation brought Wrenley and Prodigal together. Well, together again, more accurately. Their story gives me hope that maybe, just fucking maybe, we have a chance with our woman.

As long as we haven’t waited too long.

I understood the reason Viper suggested we wait after he was patched in. We couldn’t all leave New Orleans to go and get her considering Zach was still wearing his prospect cut. It should be the three of us going after her as a united front, not just some of us.

I get it. I do.

And considering she’s probably pissed at us, and we don’t know how she feels or how resistant she’ll be to us bringing her home, the three of us going is better than two. I just hope she gives us a chance to explain our actions.

Not that I would take any of them back.

Which is probably going to be a problem in terms of apologizing to her.

What should I say? Sorry for giving you so many orgasms? Sorry for showing you that you’re ours instead of saying it? Well, to be fair, that last one is probably not the best thing to say.

I regret not saying the words and falling at her feet to let her know how much I love her. How much the three of us love her.

“We’ll find him, Prez,” Hacker assures him. “There’s no way he can stay underground forever. He doesn’t have enough resources or money for it. He might have wanted everyone in the city to think he had a lot of money to flash around, but he was stretched thin. With his operations not running like they were, he won’t be able to stay hidden forever.”

Lucifer doesn’t look any less pissed with Hacker’s words. He shares a look with Prodigal, a heavy one which has me paying closer attention to what’s going on in Church.

“Leonardo Guidice came by a few days ago to show us some new stock.” Lucifer sighs as the stoic mask he keeps in place slips slightly, showing just how tired and on edge he is. “He let us know that Giovanni got some information from one of his informants. Apparently, someone has been asking around about and was sounding a little too interested in Fleur.”

The entire room erupts and chaos reigns. Which isn’t surprising because Fleur Whelan is the DSMC club princess. She’s Lucifer’s daughter and Prodigal’s sister. Since she normally spends a good deal of time around the clubhouse, we all consider her our sister. She’ll come and hang out with the brothers or make a meal just for fun while spending time with her mom, Cherise.

Cherise, now there is the queen of fucking old ladies. She’s the mom of the club, and a lot of the guys around the table with me need her in our lives. She’s kind and sweet, but she’s tough as nails when she needs to be. I have zero doubt that she would kick any one of our asses if she needed to. Not only that, but we’d let her without a fight because if we’ve pissed her off then her wrath would be greater than Lucifer’s.

Our Prez is devoted to his woman and his family the same way he is to each of us. He makes sure we know it as well.

When I first came on as a prospect, I expected to find some sort of weakness in the relationship between Prez and his old lady. Not because I wanted to find it, but because it was what I was used to seeing. My parents might still be together, but they hate each other.

Hell, I don’t know if they ever loved each other to begin with. They’re selfish as fuck on a good day, but then when that selfishness is working against each other? Fucking watch out.

I figured more relationships were like my parents’ than not. That’s what had me watching Cherise and Lucifer closely. The more I watched, the more I saw how deep their devotion for each other goes. It’s a connection I’ve craved ever since.

I found it, too, surprisingly enough. Then Heather ran without even leaving us a note or anything.

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