Page 30 of Legacy
“Food?” Legacy’s head snapped up. “Is there any of Kate’s lamb left?”
“Hell no.” Pocket grinned. “I ate that.”
“You ate all of it?” I couldn’t help but sound surprised.
Patting his stomach, Pocket made a contented sigh. “I’m a growing boy.”
“If you grow anymore, you won’t be able to get through doors.”
“That’s the plan, my dear. But there’s food left in the kitchen. Have at it. You young love birds need to keep your strength up.” He winked.
“Food first and then we can go and see Conner and then…” Leading me out of the room by my hand, Legacy stalked towards the kitchen.
The room was empty apart from a gaggle of women picking from the plates in one corner.
Easily picking me up, Legacy seated me on the work surface and began to pile a plate high. Only stopping to brush his lips against mine.
“And then what?” I said around a mouthful of chicken he had just placed against my lips.
He paused, throwing a sultry look over his shoulder. “Then I take you back to bed.” Catching my look, he slid between my legs, the food forgotten. “We can stay here or we can go home, but I’ll be in your bed tonight.” His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my dress up with them. “And every night from here on out.”
My tongue was suddenly glued to the roof of my mouth. “You’re talking like you plan on moving in,” I finally managed.
He winked, a perfectly cheeky, Legacy-like grin spreading across his face. “I’ve been living with you these last few weeks, Kate,” he reminded me. “The only difference is I’ll be in your bed and not breaking my back on the sofa.”
“But—”
“No buts. I—” His next words were cut off by the low throaty thrum of bikes from outside. When the engines died, the shouting began. It was much louder than the bike engines. I flinched. Legacy stroked up my thigh one last time before he stepped back.
“It’s nothing to worry about. Just my dad—” Again he was cut off, this time because Pocket appeared in the doorway. His face was red with anger. “You best come, Legacy. Prez is kicking off because of the boy.”
It took me several seconds longer than Legacy to realise what he was saying. Jumping off the counter, I rushed after them both.
There was a man standing in front of a few others just to the side of the front door. His face was beet red as he huffed and puffed. The men behind him were shifting from one foot to another, clearly uncomfortable about what was going on, but unwilling to do anything about it. The full anger of the Savage Sons' president was aimed at Conner. He wasn’t touching him, but it was clear that he had. The front of Conner’s t-shirt was bunched up like someone had fisted it. Anger bubbled up in my chest, daring me to rush forward and smack the anger straight off the old man’s face.
What was it with men and laying hands on kids? Were they all so unsure of their own masculinity that they had to resort to bullying those weaker than themselves?
“Ghost.” Duke stood between them. And it was only then that I noticed the blood on his face. Someone, and it didn’t take a genius to know who, had hit him in the mouth. Not that Duke seemed bothered by the violence. None of the men standing around were, but I was. I hated it.
And I didn’t want anything to do with it.
“Conner was just helping me out, cleaning some of the bikes.”
“Who the fuck is Conner? And why is he in my clubhouse?” Ghost, president of the London chapter, growled out again, louder this time.
“Conner is here because I want him to be.'' Legacy stepped up to Duke's side so the boy I had come to consider my son was protected by a wall of leather covered muscle. “He’s Kate’s son.”
“I go away for a few days and the whole place goes to shit.” He took another step. “And who the fuck is Kate? Some skank you’ve decided to dip your dick into?” Ghost laughed sarcastically. “I should be happy, I guess. I thought you might be gay. With you, I wouldn’t be surprised.” The chuckle died. “Doesn’t matter. I want them gone.”
“Kate is an old friend of mine, Dad. Just relax.”
It was the wrong thing to say. Ghost swung his arm back. Legacy caught his fist easily. His own hand curled around it so it didn’t make contact with anything.
“Calm down, old man. Kate is going to be my old lady. She should be welcome here, and so should Conner. They’re family.”
Ghost's lips twitched. “She’s the one who the Hunters are after, right?” He sneered at Legacy’s shocked expression. “Oh, you thought I didn’t know? Nothing happens in this clubhouse without me knowing it. You’re bringing trouble to our door because you wanted to fuck your dead friend’s woman? Please.” He shook his head. “Get the fuck out of here.”
Legacy didn’t move, but I did. Stepping forward, I reached for Conner’s hand and drew him back behind me.
