Page 153 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
“I don’t need much,” she says, getting that blissful, rapturous look on her face again. “Grey is going to take care of me. The process of becoming a nun isn’t like it is in the movies, you know? You can’t just walk into a convent and don a habit. It’s a whole thing.” She leans forward and sets her mug on the coffee table, but not before carefully placing a coaster beneath it. “The convent where I’m going is invite-only.”
“Joining the enemy team,” I tease, but not really. It’s sort of true. Also, it scares me. I assume Grey will give Reba a new identity to keep her off of his father’s radar. He isn’t sloppy; I know that. I can’t keep myself from obsessing over it anyway. “Once the guys are done with church, I’ll find Cat and we’ll work this out.”
I offer Fem a final pat before heading upstairs and locking myself in Crown’s room. I sit down on the edge of the bed and call Grey.
He answers immediately, shirtless and standing in a large bathroom with black marble everywhere. There’s even a chandelier that I most definitely don’t recognize. If he’s at the cathedral, then he’s been given a bathroom upgrade, that’s for damn sure.
The shower is running in the background, the air clouded with steam.
“Reba wants to go to the convent today,” I say, and Grey laughs. It’s a dark, twisted sound that makes my hackles raise. “Is that still okay? Have plans changed? I swear to God, if anything happens to her, I’ll break my vow to watch your back and I’ll stab it instead.”
“After last night, this is what you want to talk about?” he asks, exhaling sharply. “But no, plans haven’t changed. I would never let Reba go if I thought she’d be in danger.”
He turns and hops up on the counter; I can see his muscular back reflected at me from the mirror.
“I’m assuming word of last night’s escapade has made its way to your father …”
“It’s time, Gidget,” Grey tells me, and his gray eyes sparkle with a sort of manic light that I wonder if I wouldn’t have been able to douse if I’d married him. Yeah, I think it would’ve been a good thing for him. I could’ve helped keep him grounded and level. Looking at him now, I’m a little concerned. Not that I think he’ll turn on me, no. More like, I’m worried that he’s going to hurt himself, damage his soul, break his own heart. “Everyone knows what you did to Giulia and Cosimo.”
Giulia, he says. Not mom.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, but Grey ignores me.
“My father’s assembling an army. We’re quite literally going to march on the club. He wants to make a move before the other chapters arrive.” He turns his head slightly to one side, listening for something before looking back at me through the screen of my phone. “Tomorrow, Gidge. Tomorrow.”
My pulse races, and dizziness sweeps over me.
I should’ve known that killing the don’s wife would be the final spark to the tinder of this long-awaited war.
“Where? At the compound?” I ask, but he just shakes his head, sandy hair shifting with the movement.
“I don’t know. We’re watching the emergency alerts, too. Have you seen it? If the winds don’t die down tonight or shift direction, it’s possible that the fire complex will sweep right through Ashbury. That could complicate things.”
“We won’t leave unless absolutely necessary,” I say, thinking about Cat, about all the people that are staying here. “There’s firefighting equipment on the compound. And anyway, we’re further north than Ashbury proper.”
Grey takes that in and then nods.
“Please get Reba out of there today—just in case.” Grey meets my eyes, and I can see that we both know that the next time we see each other in person, it isn’t going to be fast-food sandwiches or quiet discussions in dark attics.
No, it’ll be bloodshed. His side, my side.
“I will,” I promise, and then we hang up and I’m left sitting there with the phone in my lap and a million and one impossible tasks on my to-do list.
My nails dig into the fabric of the quilt, and I close my eyes.
I’ve always done the impossible before so why not now? Just one, last time. That’s all I need: a final miracle.
I shove up to my feet and head into the bathroom to get ready.
After church, it’s time for another face-to-face chat with my father.
Grainger escorts me back down to the clubhouse later.
“He’s in a much better mood today, but I still don’t like this,” he grinds out, standing back and holding out a hand to indicate that I should head up the stairs in front of him. More than likely so that he can stare at my ass in my black leather pants. I could live in leather, fuck in leather, die in leather.
