Page 89 of All's Fair in Love & Wrath

Malice: Chaos?

Me: Wait have you fucked Saige over a dead body?

Chaos: Don’t fucking talk about my sex life

Me: Holy shit he has

Sin: For some reason that doesn’t surprise me

Malice: Now that Sienna is officially yours, can I make the group chat now?

Me: We still need a vote on Sienna and Monroe becoming old ladies

Malice: Semantics

Malice: I already got their jackets

Me: It’s important, and we’re gonna follow the club laws

Sin: You got them all jackets?

Malice: Yeah. Kinsey’s says Property of Rogue but it says Queen on it too

Malice: Got them all to match

Sin: Wow, good job

Me: They’re gonna love it buddy

Chaos: Church

I kiss Sienna’s head gently, slowly pulling myself from her body that’s draped over mine. She loves to sleep in my arms, her leg thrown over mine, head on my bicep. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

After pulling on some pants, throwing on a T-shirt, my cut, and boots, I slip out the door, locking it on my way. I meet Rogue in the hallway, who pauses his steps when he sees me.

“You doin’ okay?” I ask him, knowing this probably brought him back to when Kinsey was kidnapped by the Widowmakers.

“There’s nothing more terrifying than your woman being in danger. And now I’ve got someone else to add to it.”

My eyebrows rise, and then it hits me. I pull him into a hug, patting his back. “She’s pregnant?”

“Told me last night. I had my suspicions when Sawyer was here; he told us that Ivy is expecting again, and Kins got a little too emotional over it compared to the last two. She’s excited to be pregnant with her, though. I guess they’re like a week or so apart with their due dates.”

“That’s great, brother. I’m happy for you. So, this means we’ll be seeing less of you?”

“We’ll figure it out. Might need to haul your asses up to Aspen Ridge once in a while.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that. You ready?” Rogue nods, and together we walk into church. Prospects have long since cleaned it up, Cain’s body never to be seen again. We all take our seats, Chaos at the helm.

“Before we pull in Saint, we need some votes. Wrath?”

I take a moment, looking around the room at my brothers. So much has changed in the last few years, and I never thought I’d see the day that our band of outcasts—men who’ve had the world turn its back on them, men who convinced ourselves that we were unlovable, the abused, and broken—would find love. The ultimate kind.

“All in favor of Monroe and Sienna getting a property patch, say ‘aye.’” Every single one of us agrees, just like I knew we would. “All in favor of Otto becoming a prospect, say ‘aye.’”

Chaos’ eyes widen, shocked that I put this up for a vote. But he’s the first to speak up. “Aye.”

“Aye,” I add confidently. It takes a moment, but I know they’re all remembering that he didn’t hesitate to grab a gun and fight next to our women. That’s the kind of loyalty we keep close. The rest of my brothers in the room agree, and based on the look on Chaos’ face, he’s satisfied with the outcome. I told Otto I would have his back, and I’m seeing that through.