Page 81 of Knot Without My Permission
“Speaking of planning,” Wilder drawls, “I’m taking you out to lunch tomorrow.”
“Are you?” she teases.
“Mmhmm. Lore is going to be a good little stalker and sit at another table,” he says.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” Lore warns, hiding a smile.
Marie yawns widely, and her eyes begin to droop. Finally, I was wondering when she’d drop. Sometimes, you need to unwind before crashing.
I totally get it.
“I’m not going to make it through twenty questions,” she mumbles.
“To be continued,” Wilder promises. “Twenty is a lot when you have five people. Where do you want to sleep?”
“I may drop off right here,” she says, getting comfortable on the couch. “I’m afraid if I move now, I’ll be too awake to sleep.”
“We’ll move you after,” Lore promises.
“You won’t, someone else will,” I grumble.
Lore simply shrugs, telling me he’s going to do whatever the fuck he wants, as usual.
Chapter Nineteen
Wilder
Ithink I could stare at Marie forever, and never get tired of it.
“Hey, stalker,” Storm hisses. “Let her finish fixing her hair. Get out of the bedroom before you stress her out.”
“I was hiding,” I sigh, crawling out the door before she can see me.
“Hello?” Marie calls out, making me glare up at Storm.
“Oops,” he mutters, pretending to kick me.
The bond between us feels anything but repentant, and I roll my eyes as I get up and quickly dash for the stairs. The last thing I want to do is stress Marie out. This is supposed to be a fun trip out to lunch.
We’re actually going to a place near the gentlemen’s club I’m renting out while the MC comes into town. It’s not a club that’s the type to have girls dancing. To my understanding, it’s more cigar smoking and back room deals.
Basically, mafia shit.
I want to swing by there after we have lunch to ensure everything is handled. I don’t want to worry that I’m not going to have the space and then be screwed over.
I’m also very nervous about explaining to our guys that Lore is actually alive. Fuck. I think a soft launch of that information may be necessary…
Hey guys, guess what?
I snort in derision, and Storm bumps against me as we arrive at the bottom of the stairs.
“I’m overthinking all of this, huh?” I mutter.
“Not really,” Storm says. “Let’s take it to Lore. You don’t have to make these decisions anymore.”
“Thank fuck for that,” I confess.
Lore is taking up the slack at a remarkable rate, and now all I have to do is follow his lead. It’s almost like what I did before, except I’m also his mouthpiece for now. I know the time is finite, I just have to toe the line until he is strong enough to appear to be invincible again.
