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“Can’t sleep,” he said.

When I stood with my arms crossed, refusing to budge from in front of the room that Jasmine slept in, he moved down the hall. Jaw ticking, I watched him go.

Since I wasn’t sleepy either, I decided to follow him out to the common area. With each step I took, my hands balled up tighter.

The kitchen light was on, and I didn’t see him anywhere in the common area, so I headed that way.

He was drinking a glass of water. When he realized I’d entered the room, he set the glass on the counter before leaning against it with his tattooed arms crossed. “Need something?”

Breathing deeply and pushing back my suspicions, I relaxed. At least for the moment, because there was something I needed him to do for me. The sooner the better.

“Need you to ink Korrie,” I said shortly.

He nodded. “Done. When?”

“This weekend,” I said.

“She know this?”

“She will.”

“Know what you want?”

“Yeah.”

“Roger that. You meeting me at the shop, or you want me to do it here?”

“Shop’s fine.”

Again, he nodded. “Anything else?”

I debated saying what was on my mind but decided to let calmer heads prevail for the time being. Besides, I had no proof, and it had been an emotional night. Squirrel was still unconscious after several transfusions and me doing everything I could. My woman had nearly killed her mother. And we had potentially started a war if we hadn’t gotten all of the Bloody Scorpions like we hoped.

Someone had shot at us. Shot Squirrel, for fuck sake.

After we should’ve had them all taken out.

“Nope,” I said but continued to stand there. After a silent standoff for a few minutes, I finally traipsed back to the room and climbed into bed. Tugging Korrie against my front, I wrapped an arm around her and cupped her tit in my hand. With a brush of my lips to her shoulder, I closed my eyes.

My dreams were full of Korrie and our future, but a restless nervousness still simmered in the back of my mind.

“TenThousandAngels”—MindyMcCready

My mother hadn’t contacted me, and from what Facet told me, she’d gone back to Kentucky. Angel had held true to his word, and he’d been working with Trace every day. They sometimes talked for hours; other times, the guys helped and did things that seriously turned my stomach.

“Argh!” Chains had shouted. “Goddamn it, you sonofabitch! You didn’t need to stab it all the way through! Not only does that hurt like a motherfucker, I’m stuck to the fucking table!”

“Quit swearing so much,” Angel said with a partially suppressed grin. “You’re teaching my son bad things.”

Trace rolled his eyes, completely unfazed by everything. Part of me wondered how I’d raised this little mini adult that was okay seeing shit like that.

My ass literally clenched and I went queasy at the sight of Chains sitting there with a big, long knife sticking up out of his hand. Ghost was laughing, and Phoenix was doubled over holding his abdomen. Voodoo stood behind them with his arms crossed and a raised brow.

“There is something seriously wrong with you guys,” I muttered. Kira made a sound as she sat next to me holding her son, Parker. At first, I thought she was gagging, but she was snickering at their antics.

“You don’t think this is abnormal?” I asked her incredulously. She snuggled Parker and nuzzled her nose into his plump little belly. The big German shepherds looked up at my question, then lazily dropped their heads to their paws again with a huff. As if my question was ridiculous.

“Well, is there anything about these guys you would termnormal?” A smirk followed her question, and I had to concede to the validity of it. From the little I’d found out, the majority of the members had exceptional gifts.


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