Page 127 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
I purse my lips tight and exhale before turning and letting Grainger hold open the door for me.
“You’re in big trouble, you little shit,” he growls out, but I ignore him.
Now that Cat’s laid down the law, this is how it’s going to be.
There aren’t any good alternatives, and all four of these men know it.
“This is not going down the way Cat wants it to,” Grainger growls out, right on my ass as we step inside the farmhouse, and I turn around just in time to see him come up on me. He grabs me around the waist and yanks me tight against him, pressing the fiery heat of his body flush against mine. Oh. Fuck. I like that.
I frown at him, even as the other men slip inside the door, and then there we are, all five of us in an enclosed space with emotions running hot and high. Thank God Reba’s door is closed upstairs; she doesn’t need to feel the intensity of our combined emotions. That’d make her run even faster toward life as a nun.
“You have to let me fly, Grainger. You have to.” I reach down and put my hands over his, giving his fingers a squeeze even as he increases the pressure on my waist. Oh boy, is he fucking mad.
“Letting you fly and thrusting you into the middle of a warzone are two entirely different things.” He scoffs and releases me suddenly, turning on the other guys and throwing his arm out to indicate me with fury clear in his dark gaze. “What the fuck else are you all supposed to be if not backup against this woman? Jesus Christ.”
“I’m all for letting you fly, wife,” Beast says, arms crossed over his chest. He looks so stern and serious right now. That’s a little scary. If I’m honest, I have to admit that he’s been pretty indulgent with me thus far. He has yet to just say ‘no’, and I’m not sure what my reaction would be if he did. “But this is somethin’ else entirely.”
“You really want to start your career in the club right now, with something like this?” Crown asks while Sin watches me with such a sharp frown that I feel like the expression is cutting straight through me. “While pregnant?”
I just stare back at him and then splay my hands palm out on either side of me.
“You heard me the other night, all three of you.” I look pointedly at Grainger, Sin, and Crown before turning to Beast. “You weren’t there, but I think you already know what I’m trying to say.”
He stares down at me with those robin’s egg blue eyes of his, and that’s enough. This is how Beast and I communicate, with body language more so than words.
“We’re sort of stuck anyway,” Sin offers up with another sigh, rubbing at his forehead with the heel of his hand. “This is what Cat wants, so this is what’s happening. We just need to minimize the risks.”
“I’m surprised you’re so gung-ho to send your pregnant girlfriend into a mafia-run stronghold,” Grainger barks out with a sharp laugh, and I see now that at least some of has manic male PMS behavior stems from fear. He was worried when I disappeared from Reba’s little church, and he found me at the lake with my friends. He’s worried now, and with good reason.
“Gung-go?” Sin returns with another laugh, his lean body balanced against the wall next to the sitting room’s arched entrance. “Not particularly. More than anyone else, I’ve wanted to get Gidge away from the club and out of danger. The rest of you? I’m not sure you were willing to give her up for a better life. You wanted this. All I’m doing is mitigating damage.” Sin looks right at me, and I feel my chest tighten with emotion. “I hate this. Just be aware that that’s the case: I fucking hate this. But I also understand you, and I —more than anyone maybe—acutely understand club politics.”
He pushes up off the wall and moves into the kitchen, grabbing his iPad out of a bag that’s slung over the back of one of the chairs. Sin lays it out on the table and powers it on, flipping through a few images before pausing on one that shows the layout of the casino.
He looks over at me as I come into the room to stand beside him.
“You made me a promise,” he says, his voice low and authoritative in a way that I don’t think he even allowed himself to acknowledge before. He held back for me, but now his intensity is unveiled and zeroed in on me. “What was it?”
I frown and shift slightly, my eyes flicking over to find Grainger’s as he storms in and slams his hands down on the table on my other side.
