Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“He means he’s sorry for being a dick. I’ve been trying to get that out of him,” Thea jokes.
“How’s that w-working out for you?” T questions.
“It’s a work in progress, but I think I’m going to keep him,” she murmurs, kissing the top of the baby’s head.
“She means she can’t get rid of me,” I clarify. “I really am sorry, Lyla. I’ve had my head in my ass for far too long.”
She smirks. “It’s probably a family trait. Thomas suffers the same problem from time to time.”
“You’ll pay for that later, Sunflower,” T laughs, not a stutter in sight.
Seeing my brother so happy soothes something inside me. I used to feel guilty, but T is where he belongs. I’ve fought that for a long time, but now I can see that it’s true.
“Promises, promises,” she responds quietly. “Thea, I almost have dinner ready. You want to come help me finish up?”
“I’d love to,” she says, and she walks over to me and hands me the baby while giving me a quick kiss on my lips. “You need practice,” she purrs close to my ear. Fuck, is she saying she wants babies with me? That’s something I’m more than ready to make happen.
“Damn, you r-r-really are in love.” T interrupts my thoughts and I nod, not about to deny it.
“Yeah. She’s my world.”
“Even before the club?” he laughs.
I frown. There’s one more thing I haven’t talked about with T.
“D-Dom?”
“There’s stuff I need to talk to you about, T.”
“L-like w-w-what?”
“The club.”
His gaze rakes over me and I see the moment it hits him. “W-W-Where’s your cut?”
“I left the club. Dad called for a vote that kept the club from telling me what was going on with the Demon Chasers and the Feral Kings. I found out and quit. I know I fucked up with you T. I know, and it kills me that I did. I’m paying for it in ways I can’t even explain, and I know I deserve much worse.”
“S-Stop. I’m g-glad it all happened. If n-not, I would have n-n-never found my Lyla. Hell, honestly, I’m happier here in m-my club than I ever was at the S-S-Savage Brothers. D-Dad and you are b-b-big shadows to l-l-live under.”
“Still, you deserved better.”
“Happen to think I have the b-best there is right here.”
“I think you do, too, little Bro.”
“How’s D-Dad doing with you w-w-walking away?”
“He’s got bigger problems. Mom has been living with Bull and Skye.”
“H-holy shit,” T answers, and the shock is easy to see on his face.
“They’ll work it out, but Mom has a lot to think through. You should call him, though. Or better yet, come visit. Thea and I have our own place. There’s plenty of room for you two and my niece.”
“You’ve got your own p-p-place?”
“Yeah. Living with her at Breaker’s was making her self-conscious.”
“Hold up. Y-you lived with Thea at B-B-Breaker’s house?”
“Yeah.”
“And y-y-you’re still breathing?”
“He’s the one who helped get my head out of my ass. I almost lost her because I wouldn’t make a move.”
“Holy fuck,” T laughs. “D-Damn, there’s a lot going on back home.”
“You have no idea,” I laugh.
“Dinner’s ready, Thomas,” Lyla calls.
“Let’s go eat. My woman went all out t-t-tonight.”
“Lead the way. Tamsin and I will follow,” I laugh, looking down at the baby who is sound asleep in my arms.
Oh, yeah. This right here is what I want with Thea.
Chapter 39
Dom
I look up at the clock on the wall. It’s eleven. Thea is at school and I’m working to fix the floor on the rental. I keep looking at the spot and smiling. Damn, she’s a handful and hot as hell. I shake my head. I’m still shocked the law wasn’t called because of all the noise.
I take a drink of my coffee as the Rolling Stones are singing about making a grown man cry in the background. I know I should have already had the bad pieces and a couple of the surrounding ones cut out, but I seem to be lazy this morning. I can’t even fully blame it on the fact that Thea wore me out last night. I mean, she did, but it was kind of a mutual thing. I can’t seem to get enough of her. I have a feeling that I never will. This morning, however, I’m just being lazy. After years of stirring early to do shit for the club, it feels strange as hell not to have anything to do all day. I start work at a garage in Manchester in a couple of weeks. The pay is decent, and it will keep me busy. It’s also far enough from the club that they won’t be dropping by all day long trying to get my ass fired so that I will come back into the fold. I won’t say they’d do that, but I wouldn’t put it past their asses, either.