Page 21 of Infinitely Mine

I ticked my head toward Heather in thanks. It was kind of her to take Rowen around and help her feel comfortable.

We had an unusually warm day for late January, nearly seventy-five degrees with plenty of sunshine, as I grabbed a beer and popped the top. I found Grim by the grill with Rael, Wraith, and Shadow.

Rael gave me a stupid, shit-eating grin, and I ignored his ass.

Shadow and Wraith exchanged looks.

“What?” I asked with a growl.

“You brought a date,” Shadow observed.

“So?”

“Well, uh, it’s a first.”

Rael snickered, and I flipped him off.

Wraith slapped me on the shoulder. “Good to know I can still get it up when I’m your age.”

The fuck? I swung a meaty fist, and he ducked, darting to the side as Shadow laughed so hard that I worried the kid would piss himself.

Rael wouldn’t stop staring at me, watching my every move and expression. The asshole. He never stood quiet like thatunless he was plotting something in his head. If he fucked with me in front of Rowen, I’d kick his ass.

Exorcist joined us, one of the few brothers who had remained single. He seemed to hang around Hannibal often since the two didn’t have ol’ ladies and preferred club pussy without attachment. Although lately, I’d seen him spending time with a certain mafia princess. Messing with Porcia would only cause trouble, and I knew I would have to step in at some point before it became an issue for the club.

“Who’s the new chick with the perfect ass?”

I glared in his direction, silently willing him to shut the fuck up.

“She’s fucking gorgeous,” he continued.

That was all it took for my Reaper to stake his claim.

“Mine,” I growled, getting in his face.

Ex lifted his hands and took a step back. “She got under your skin, huh, V.P.?”

Fuck. The Reaper wasn’t backing down until he acknowledged Rowen was ours.

“Mine,”I repeated, adding grit to my tone because the Reaper believed it would convey his earnestness.

“Yeah, man. I got that the first time,” he laughed.

“Don’t, Rael,” Grim warned as Rael took a step in my direction. “If he fucks you up, I won’t give a shit. You’ll deserve it.”

Chrome chose that moment to join us. “Aw, shit. V.P. gettin’ territorial now.”

Rael kept that macabre stare focused in my direction.

Rumbling in my chest followed as my Reaper grew agitated.

Then, the sweetest voice behind me slashed through all the tension, and I turned, facing Rowen as my Reaper receded. My shoulders relaxed as my body became less stiff.

“Hey, Mammoth. I thought I’d come to meet some of your club brothers.” She waved at the guys. “I’m Rowen. My son Jacob is over there in the costume.”

The smile that lifted my lips was genuine and for her alone. “That’s my pres, Grim.” I pointed to the grill, and Grim lifted his chin in greeting.

“Hi, Grim. Your wife is Trish, right?”

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