“It’s taken care of. They played it smart. Raven made some comment about watching too many Breaking Bad episodes with Spider a few years back. Whatever the fuck that means. But they pulled some Ciro shit and liquified Bubbles in a cheap plastic tote.”
My gut twisted at the thought of Flick being a part of something like that, even as pride for her swelled in my chest. Fuck, she had me all kinds of screwed in the head.
“What did you do with the tub?” Bash demanded, still agitated.
“They told me to leave it to send a message to the senator when he comes looking for Bubbles. I cleaned up to make sure there was no proof we’d been there and left her where the senator wouldn’t be able to miss her.”
“Goddamned motherfucking females,” my brother-in-law growled as he turned toward the front door of the clubhouse. “What the fuck was she thinking?”
We didn’t even try to stop him, knowing that whatever happened between him and Raven, our baby sister deserved. We knew he wouldn’t put his hands on her in violence, so we knew she would be fine. Instead, I met my little brother’s gaze.
“You know you’re going to have to keep an eye on Kelli from here on out, right? The senator dickhead is going to know now whose side Kelli’s on. She won’t be safe.”
Colt’s fingers turned white as he gripped his coffee mug tighter. “Yeah, I know. I’ll take care of her.”
I scratched at the scruff on my chin, considering how to say what I needed to say. Finally, I blew out a long breath and dived in. “I think Kelli is a good asset for you to have. She’s smart, feisty, and it’s obvious now that we can trust her. Fuck, she had to know that she would be the one this whole Bubbles thing would fall on, yet she still helped Felicity and Raven set it up. Regardless of what some of the other brothers might think, I say keep her around. Maybe wife her.”
A ghost of a grin lifted at his lips. “That’s my plan. I just gotta make her see that we can trust each other now.”
I nodded, understanding the hard road he might have ahead of him. All in all, I was just thankful I’d gotten Flick back and could now climb into bed beside her. “I’m going to go deal with Felicity. You should head to bed yourself. Work this shit out with your ol’ lady.”
“Good luck. I’m more concerned for Bash right now, though. Rave scared the piss out of me back there tonight. Girl is vicious.”
A grin snuck up on me as I headed for the front door. It wasn’t a bad thing that he was scared of her. If anything, it meant I didn’t have to worry about her at all. I was the one who raised Raven, and if she was making grown men scared of her, then I must have done a few things right.
The lights were off in our room when I opened the door, but Flick was sitting up in bed watching television. Seeing me, she tensed, but she didn’t say anything as I shut and locked the door. I took my time crossing to the bed, enjoying watching her squirm even as I hungrily ate up the sight of her.
Every damn day, I thanked God for bringing her back to me. Maybe I’d forced her hand a little getting her back originally, but I gave her the chance to walk away again, and she’d chosen me. I was a lucky bastard, and the only reason I was even remotely pissed at her now was because something could have gone wrong and taken her away from me all over again. Forever.
I shuddered at the thought of losing her as I dropped down onto the bed beside her.
For several long minutes, she remained quiet as I just sat beside her, watching her, waiting. When the tension in her shoulders seemed to snap, she mumbled a curse and glared at me. “I’m not sorry.”
“Of course not,” I agreed. “Why should you be?”
“Exactly. So why did Colt go tattling on us?” she grumbled, crossing her arms over her luscious tits, pulling my attention to her chest and the fact that she was only wearing a thin-ass nightgown that barely covered her beautiful, ripe body.
My body hardened at the sight of all that perfection just waiting for me to surrender to her, and I fought back a smile at how young she sounded. “For having had a hand in killing a bitch tonight, you act awfully innocent, my little Felicity.”
I heard the small hitch in her breathing at my using her given name and not “Flick.” I hadn’t called her Flick in months now, and she still reacted the same way every time she heard me say her name. “You’ve had a hand in making sure I’m anything but innocent,” she said with the smallest hint of a smile teasing at the corners of her mouth, her voice husky and seductive.
I wasn’t sure if she was doing it on purpose to distract me, or if she just didn’t understand h
ow hard she could make me when her voice lowered like that. Grasping her by the waist, I pulled her across me, making her straddle my hips as I leaned back against the headboard. Her tongue darted out, dampening her full bottom lip, and I had to shake my head to clear it.
First things first, then I could attack the mouth that belonged only to me.
“I know how smart you and my sister are. Together, you two could flip this entire world upside down. But there are forces out there that could turn on you in the blink of an eye. Any number of things could have gone wrong tonight. Fucking Bates could have been patrolling out that way and seen you. That goddamn senator could have had Bubbles followed.” My jaw clenched at the endless possibilities that filled my head, and my voice came out hoarse when I spoke again. “Don’t do this shit again, love. If something happened to you, I would be nothing.”
She cupped each side of my face in her soft hands, her lips lightly grazing across my own. “I’m not making any promises. I have your back every second of the day, but I also have Raven’s. Tonight, she needed me.”
I knew that, and I loved that about her. Flick’s loyalty to those who meant something to her was unbendable. But it didn’t stop me from imagining all the things that could have gone wrong. “Next time, take me with you. If you two don’t want Bash there, I can respect that. But I need to be there with you. I need to be there to guard your back. Understand?”
Her nose brushed over mine. “Yeah, babe. I understand.” She lowered her head, touching her lips to my ear. “And now I want to talk to you about something important,” she breathed.
“Anything.”
“Two somethings, actually,” she murmured, shifting her lower body so that her pussy was cupping my cock right between her folds through the silky panties she was wearing under that pathetic—albeit sexy—excuse for sleep clothing. “First, I don’t want to get married until all of this stuff has calmed down. Once Enzo is taken care of, then we can have a wedding. Deal?”