Kitty Kitty (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 5)

She pulled away from me slightly, which was exactly not what I wanted, and turned to look in the direction my gaze was pointed. She narrowed her eye skeptically when she saw what I was looking at.

“Do you know how hot those things are? There’s no way in hell I’d be able to wear it all the time. But I promise, if you get me one, I’ll wear it every time we go out on the town or we’re on your bike.” Guessing what it was that I was looking at.

She, of course, was right.

“All of this is so new to me.” I gestured to the world around me, indicating the big biker party that was being thrown in honor of her father’s birthday. “This whole MC thing on our end? It’s a huge lie. Like, none of us are really good bikers. We weren’t raised in this life like you were. I think Zach is the only one that consistently knows what the hell he’s doing. But I want to learn. I want to live this life. Because for the first time in a long time, I finally feel like I belong.”

“Don’t worry,” she teased. “I’ll help you along the way.”

And that was exactly what I wanted.

“You will?” I rumbled, turning her way slightly so that the flames of the fire finally lit my face up for her to see. “You’ll help me make sure that I don’t fuck up too bad?”

She leaned forward and bit me on the pectoral muscle.

I pulled back with a surprised jerk. “Ow.”

“You’re crazy enough to be one,” she mused. “What the hell were you thinking, getting naked?”

I grinned then. “I was thinking that I wanted them to not kick my ass because I didn’t want you to have to drive yourself home tonight on my bike. I was also thinking that it would suck really fuckin’ bad not to be able to fuck you.”

She sighed long and loud. “That’s whacked.”

“That’s me.” I shrugged.

CHAPTER 15

K.

-Female Text Translation: by ‘K’ I mean ‘fuck you.’

BLAISE

“I’m turning in my two weeks’ notice,” I said, licking my lips with a frown.

The man behind the desk, the warden, didn’t move or say anything at all.

“I’m really sorry,” I continued. “It’s just that my man is terrified that I’m working here while pregnant, and he’d like for me to find something less dangerous to do while I’m gestating.”

That got a reaction out of him. “Do you really blame him?”

I looked at the man, Bayou, and shrugged. “I could get my ass kicked at the grocery store because of my mouth. I’m fairly sure that it’s just as safe here as it would be for me anywhere else.”

Bayou grinned then.

“You’re possibly right.” He shrugged. “But I’m glad that you made the choice. Do you want to work the full two weeks, or just head out now?”

Honestly, I wanted to work the two weeks.

But I knew that if Bayou happened to mention to anyone that I knew that he’d given me that out, it would somehow make its way back to my man, and he wouldn’t like it that I didn’t take it.

So that was what I did.

I took it even though I’d rather work.

Fifteen minutes later, I found myself walking out of the prison and to Sin’s truck that I’d commandeered.

My car had been ‘fixed’ since I’d gotten it back from my father over ten days ago.

Only, I decided not to drive it because there was a perfectly good truck that Sin didn’t utilize in the driveway, and Sin didn’t care that I drove it.

And anything was better than what I had, seeing as that car would likely kill me way before working at a prison would.

Walking up to Sin’s truck, I stuck my hand in the door handle and the damn thing automatically unlocked, making me shake my head at the new technology.

My car also possessed the technology. Do you want to know if my car unlocked for me when I did the same thing?

With an exasperated shake of my head, I climbed into the truck and slammed the door, then started out of the parking lot toward home.

The drive took less than twenty minutes, and I was pulling into my driveway just as my phone started to ring.

Instead of killing the truck, I answered the call as I hung out at the end of the driveway, ready to get out and check the mail when the mail lady finally arrived at my place.

She’d been delivering Sin’s as I’d driven past, and I knew she’d be here any minute.

All of my stuff had been moved from my place to the haunted mansion, but I’d yet to move the mail over.

That took time, effort and energy that I didn’t have just yet. Going up to the post office was one of my least favorite things to do. Mostly because I didn’t like standing in lines, and I knew that would be required of me if I went to the one in Souls Chapel.