Shakedown (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 8)

I grinned and looked at my men.

“Thanks.” I jerked my chin up.

“Welcome,” Trick teased. “We were worried about you.”

Scoffing, I pushed through them and walked to my wife, who was holding our youngest in her arms.

Baker was still a baby. Only six months old. But he liked to get in the thick of it just like the rest of them.

“You’ve raised mini-demons,” she whispered. “They’re going to get in trouble one of these days.”

I grinned and pulled her into my chest, causing Baker to screech in protest at me being close to his mom.

“Gotta make sure they know how to handle their own,” I teased as I pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Gross. Get a room,” I heard one of her brothers say.

Belle leaned in until our son really was kicking up a storm, and then said, “Love you, Bruno.”

I pressed my hand against her ass. “Love you more, Belle.”

“Y’all seriously disgust me,” Bourne groaned as he reached for my son. “Come here, little man. Let’s get you away from this torture.”

Belle laughed as she wrapped her arms around me, pressing in close. “Let’s go home. Those pigs aren’t going to feed themselves.”

No, they sure the hell were not.

Fat, always hungry bastards.

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