Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Want you to know, been payin’ attention. Proud to see you tryin’ to do a fuckuva lot better. Kyra’s a good woman to have at your side. She’s also a good mom. Can’t go wrong with her. Don’t fuck it up.”
“Gonna admit, findin’ out I had a kid made me wake the fuck up.”
Zak’s eyebrows rose. “Kids’ll do that to you. ‘Specially when they don’t turn out how you hoped. Ask me how I fuckin’ know.”
“Nice fuckin’ dig.”
Zak shrugged. “Kyra mentioned movin’ out to the farm. Think that’s a smart idea.”
“Movin’ with her.”
“She okay with that?”
“She don’t got a choice.”
Zak laughed. “Yeah, keep thinkin’ that. Have you met your fuckin’ mother? Jewel? Brooke? Ivy? Diamond? Fuck. Any of ‘em?”
“You sayin’ I’m screwed?”
“Son, you’re screwed.” His father whacked him on the back before walking away, still shaking his head and chuckling.
While things between them were old, they were also very new.
Especially this living together shit.
But for some fucking reason, lying next to Kyra’s every night settled his fucking soul. Being with his son every day did the same.
He only wished he would’ve gotten his head out of his ass four years ago.
He missed his son’s birth. His first words. His first steps.
The saying “everything happens for a reason” was true as fuck. His reason was him being a dumbass.
He rolled to his side and stared at Kyra’s relaxed profile. Her eyes were closed and her lips partially open as she slept.
The cabin on the farm was a fuck of a lot better than his room at Church. It was fuck of a lot better than Kyra’s apartment. While the property wasn’t one hundred percent secure, he felt fuck of a lot better that the Shadows were their neighbors.
He lightly traced her nose from the top to the tip, then brushed his fingertip across her soft bottom lip.
Last night she had used that mouth like a fucking pro when it was wrapped around his dick.
She nipped at his finger and her eyes opened. “What time is it?”
Her early morning husky voice made his dick flex. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Uh huh. That’s what you said”—she glanced over at the digital clock on the nightstand—“when you woke me three hours ago with a hard-on.”
“Had important business to take care of.”
“Despite what you think, making another baby isn’t ‘important’ business. Because that’s not happening.”
“Yet.”
“You don’t get to decide that.”
“I get a say.”
“Sure. You can say whatever you want, but that doesn’t mean it’ll become a reality.”
Having another kid with Kyra would become reality, but he understood why she wanted to wait…
Their relationship needed to heal more. Become more solid.
He also needed to figure out how to deal with the Twisted Souls and La Cosa Nostra bullshit first. It wouldn’t be smart to put another kid at risk. And that right there made him even more pissed at the motherfucking Mafia.
The DAMC controlled their territory, not those Sicilian fucks.
But his own history showed him that a knee-jerk reaction would be fucking stupid. He had done that in the past and look where it landed him.
Alone.
In prison.
Not respected by the OGs.
The third one he could live with. The other two…
Before he could stop it, he said, “Not losin’ you again, woman.”
She frowned with her blue eyes searching his face. “Where did that come from?”
“Don’t wanna fuck up with you.”
“Then don’t.”
“Can’t guarantee that.”
“You can. You just don’t want to.”
“Ain’t a saint, babe. Never was. Never will be. You knew that since the day we fuckin’ met.”
“Don’t forget, there’s a whole other human that could be affected.”
“Hard to forget a legend.”
She sighed. “Wait until he goes to kindergarten and demands everyone call him that.”
“Sounds good.”
She lightly smacked his chest with the back of her hand. “Zeke!”
He grinned and shrugged. “Not everyone can have a son who’s a fuckin’ legend.”
“I don’t want him growing up to be cocky.”
“Gonna be confident, not cocky.”
“Like you, right?”
“Yep. Chip off the old block.”
“Speaking of blocks. I prefer he didn’t take after you when it comes to cell blocks, either.”
That, Zeke could agree with.
She rolled until they were face to face. “I see where this is going, Zeke, and I’ve put off telling you this, but now that we’re living together, I need to confess something.”
“What?”
“I never thought you’d be back in our lives, so when Ledger was born I gave him my last name.”
He jackknifed up in bed. “He ain’t a fuckin’ Jamison?”
She winced at his loud outburst. “Not on paper.”
He lowered his voice so he wouldn’t wake Ledger. “What the fuck?”
“I meant to tell you, but with everything going on, it never felt like the right time.”
“For fuck’s sake. Gotta get that fixed.” And soon. Especially now that they were a family unit.
Hell, if it was up to him, not only would Kyra be wearing his cut again, but she’d be changing her last name to Jamison, too.