Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“He’s always going a hundred miles an hour. Chains keeps talking about having another, but I am not that brave just yet,” Kayden laughs, walking over to me while her son starts squirming.
“Pway with me!” he demands as I put him down.
“Go play with Tam-Tam, buddy. Mommy wants to visit with her big brother for a bit.”
“No! I want Keen!” he says, stomping his foot.
“D, what did I tell you?” Chains asks, his voice stern, despite the smile he’s fighting.
“Fine!” he grumbles and stomps off, muttering under his breath like only a grouchy-but-cute four-year-old can.
“God, that boy is going to kill me off,” Chains says, coming over to grab my hand in hello.
“Chains! Stop it. He’s just in a stage. He’ll grow out of it,” Kayden mutters, still pulled into my side, her arm hugging me to her loosely.
“Bullshit. He’s going to get worse. I knew naming him after your father was a bad idea. We’re fucked.”
“If you keep using that language where Taz can hear, and you will be,” Thea says, coming over to me and smiling. “Hey, King. Good to see you again.”
“Hey, Thea. Did you say Taz?”
“Club name for our boy. He might just be a baby, but he never stops. So, we’ve nicknamed him Tasmanian Devil. Taz for short,” Dom says, coming over to shake my hand. I nod. After everything Gabby has shared about Dom, I’m having a harder time warming up to the guy. I push it aside, though. The truth is, he was just as young as Gabby was. They both fucked up, and they were kids. He seems to at least have his shit together now, and he and Thea seem happy. As if echoing my thoughts, Dom goes straight to Thea, kisses her forehead, and then bends down and kisses the baby.
“Where’s Lyla and T?” I ask when I don’t see any sign of them.
“They dropped off Tam-Tam and then went to Dancer and Carrie’s with Grunt, Jazz, and Daisy. They should be back anytime. Grunt wanted T’s help unloading the cabinets they made for Carrie’s kitchen they’re redoing,” Nicole explains.
“Grunt’s damn good at that,” I admit, as Nicole walks over to me, pulling me in close.
“How are you, sweetheart?” she asks me softly, hugging me close. The damn woman makes it impossible for you to dislike her.
“I’m doing really good,” I tell her with a smile, as she pulls away, but keeps her hands on my sides.
“I can see that,” she says with a grin. “You look happy and … satisfied.”
I shake my head at her, my lips twitching. “That statement could be made,” I admit, making her laugh softly.
“Dragon?”
“Yo, Mama.”
She winks at me. “You better get those steaks going. My twice-baked potatoes are almost done. The stuffed mushrooms already are.”
“You got it. King? You want to help me man the grill?” he asks.
“That’s okay, old man. I think I’ll just watch you work.”
“Asshole,” he grumbles, making me laugh.
“You want a beer, man?” Dom asks.
“Yeah,” I answer. “I’ll go grab one though.” Nicole had left after calling out Dragon, so I just follow her footsteps.
I walk into the house. I’ve only been in here a couple of times, but it’s a nice house. Nicole has a way of making the house feel welcoming. Gabby is much the same, I realize. I need to talk to her about finding a more permanent home. I haven’t thrown my name in yet to become a full member of the Tennessee Chapter. I like the men a lot. The whole vibe is a fuck of a lot better than what was going on at the Saints in North Carolina since Blade got out. Still, I need to know I fit in with the crew completely before I take the plunge. I can admit I miss Ford and the crew. It would have been good to see Grunt again. That was my home for a lot of fucking years. The time for me to move on was definitely at hand, though. I’m just not sure it’s in Tennessee. I’d move there absolutely for Gabby, but I get the feeling she’s not happy there either. She’s existing. I’m just not sure going to Denver is the right call. I’d rather have Gabby happy and near people she loves. If that doesn’t work out, then we’ll find our way somewhere. I’d just rather not move halfway across the country.
“Hey, sweetheart. Everything okay?” Nicole asks, turning around.
“Came for a beer,” I tell her. She goes to the fridge and yanks one out, handing it to me. “It’s good to see you again. I was hoping to see Gabby. How is she feeling?”
“We didn’t think this was a good place for her, Nic.”
She looks up at me. “Isn’t it something they all need to get used to?” she questions, looking at me strangely.