Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“She could have sent him to care. Put him up for adoption. Fuck me, she could have sold him, but she didn’t. She loved that boy like he was her own. She loves me, and she gave me more kids. I know I’m a lucky son of a bitch, which is why I’m not going to take my eye off the ball again. Lexie loves being around family. She loves you guys, and if I’m honest, I do as well. We’re two clubs, but we’re one and the same. Always will be.”
“It’s good to have you here, but I should tell you, I was against it. I had this crazy idea that Angel and I would enjoy a Christmas alone, but that’s never going to happen. I love being around my kids.”
Devil chuckled. “Strange, huh?”
“Yeah, strange. I have to wonder if—” He stopped.
“What is it?” Devil asked.
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He slapped Devil on the back.
All of this talk about not deserving women was hitting too close to home for him.
“I’m going to make sure the women aren’t taking over from the men and pulling each other’s hair out.”
Lash knew they were not in the kitchen, but had taken up residence in the gym. Angel had told him they were working on something.
The guys had been kicked out of their own gym, but his wife had prepared for everything, so she had made sure there were a gazillion cookies waiting. The kind that had all the men thinking about their stomachs rather than their peckers.
He made his way toward the gym and stopped in the doorway.
Angel stood and gave a twirl, and he just stopped and stared. His wife was fucking beautiful.
There were a couple of times over the years when she had asked him if he would love her when she was old, where parts of her would head south, and she would have wrinkles. She didn’t seem to understand that he loved her more and more every single fucking day.
He never got tired of her. The love he felt for her was absolute, consuming, and one he never wanted to forget.
His wife, his soul mate, stood in the center of the room, surrounded by the clubhouse women. The dress was beautiful, molded to her tits, and then it seemed to flare out as it hit the ground. Natalie was kneeling beside her with a couple of pins in her mouth, and then she stepped back after she did something to the bottom.
Angel spun around, and Lash’s heart fucking soared.
It was her Christmas dress.
A deep, festive red.
Lexie clapped her hands.
“This is exactly what I wanted,” Angel said.
Lash cleared his throat, and the women turned toward him.
“You look stunning,” he said.
Angel smiled. “So, you like?”
“Yeah, I do.”
Her cheeks went bright red.
“I wanted to make sure you’re all doing okay in here?” He stared at his woman and just couldn’t believe how fucking lucky he was.
****
Daisy was aware of Tabitha looking at her. She tried to ignore it, but as she washed the dishes from the night’s meal, it was getting tiresome.
“What?” Daisy asked.
“Wow, since when did I get that kind of attitude?”
She rolled her eyes and looked toward her friend. “I know you and you have no qualms about giving me the what for. So come on, out with it.”
“Anthony.”
“Anything but that.”
“Come on. I tell you everything.”
“Tabitha, you’ve been gone a long time already. You’ve got Nathan, Skye, and Jade. Also, Simon is back. Trust me, you don’t tell me everything.” She ran her cloth across the plate, wanting it to be the end of the conversation.
“I so do. Trust me, I tell you everything.”
Daisy turned to her friend. “Can we not do this, please?”
“Look, I get it. You and Anthony are complicated and shit, but this is me we’re talking about. I’m your best friend.”
Daisy sighed. “You are my best friend, which is why I can’t talk to you about this.”
“Wait, what?”
“Will you be staying all the way to New Year’s?” Daisy asked, trying to change the subject.
She didn’t want to talk about Anthony or everything that was going on, not that there was a whole lot going on.
“Don’t do that. You think after all of this time, I don’t see what you’re doing? We’ve got to talk about this because Anthony is thinking of joining the freaking Nomads, Daisy. You do know that.”
He’d told her today that all she had to do was say the word and he’d be gone.
“Yeah, I know.”
“And that doesn’t bother you? Come on, there is no way I believe that you don’t care. You have to care. This is Anthony we’re talking about, and I know you’re not blind to the fact he doesn’t need any help in not caring. The Nomads are fucking crazy.”
Daisy slammed her hands against the sink. “And maybe that’s where he needs to be.”