honeymoon. And he knew I wasn’t yet healed.
I leave here in five weeks. Once I’m out I’ll give myself a few weeks to adjust to working and, hopefully, normalcy again.
But, then, I’m going to Johnnie and make him love me again.
Chapter 7: Three Months
A few hours later, Johnnie returned to the clubhouse. Unlike the bustling activity of yesterday, a dull quietness blanketed the place. Stretch sat at the bar, keeping watch on the monitors, barely sparing Johnnie a glance.
For all of Big Joe’s and Christopher’s hard work at making the club what it became, everything they’d sacrificed seemed to be going down the shitter. The open parties they’d once indulged in weekly had been stopped months ago. Even then, they hadn’t had the same flair. At least, members had new women to fuck and new contacts to obtain.
The members-only rule hurt their reputation and their bottom line.
If Sharper wasn’t dealt with soon, the Death Dwellers would disintegrate. Other clubs would provide the brothers with what the Dwellers now lacked.
Brotherhood. Women. Freedom .
Megan, Zoann, and Bailey—the babies they’d delivered—had stolen the freedom of the club’s president, road captain, and enforcer. The fucking betrayal slowly eroded whatever remained from the divide the girls had created.
Everyone knew how Digger had fucked over the club. Everyone .
The MC had been unraveling from the inside out for fucking years. Instead of focusing on punishing the former sergeant-at-arms, Christopher’s undivided devotion stayed on Megan.
It made them weak and vulnerable.
Johnnie tightened his grip on the bags he held, just then remembering them.
His attention had scattered, too. It had been on Kendall. Even in her absence, she’d been with him. So, he couldn’t point the finger at Christopher, when he too, shared responsibility.
Like now for instance.
Without asking, Johnnie recognized that Stretch had a problem. Instead of redirecting his steps and sharing a drink with the club treasurer, he had an overwhelming desire to see Kendall. One that he wouldn’t ignore, not even in the name of brotherhood .
Nodding to Stretch, Johnnie continued on.
Four shopping bags in hand, he opened his door, and found Kendall in bed, pillows propped behind her, asleep. A magazine on home décor lay propped on her belly. The robe she wore— his robe—lay open and exposed the fact she still had on his dress shirt, the one she’d changed into the night before.
Not wanting to disturb her, he crept forward and laid the bags at the edge of the bed, allowing them to rest on the footboard. He attempted to ignore how sweet and serene she looked as she slept, her worries and stresses erased from her lovely face.
He told himself to leave. He’d only agreed to her staying with him until after the baby’s birth, so he couldn’t get used to her presence. But, in the light of day and with the envy of Mortician’s wedding over, Johnnie couldn’t escape how deeply he’d missed her.
Swallowing, he picked up the magazine and glanced at the pages she’d been reading before she’d fallen asleep. The two-page spread showcased a beautiful nursery, decorated in blue, yellow, and green.
“Hi.”
Her husky voice brought him out of his revelry and he blinked. He cleared his throat. “Hey.”
She sat straighter and winced, before stretching.
“Is this how you want the nursery?” he asked gruffly, not knowing what to say. He flipped the magazine around to show her, unsure if she’d just happened to have fallen asleep at this spot.
Seeing the baby furniture brought home how much he’d missed over the months. It also made him realize how soon he’d meet his son or daughter.
She nodded. “Do you like it?”
He almost lashed out at her again, but she looked so vulnerable and sounded so hopeful. He sat next to her, pushing his back up against the headboard. Sudden tension radiated from her. Not that he blamed her. He
I leave here in five weeks. Once I’m out I’ll give myself a few weeks to adjust to working and, hopefully, normalcy again.
But, then, I’m going to Johnnie and make him love me again.
Chapter 7: Three Months
A few hours later, Johnnie returned to the clubhouse. Unlike the bustling activity of yesterday, a dull quietness blanketed the place. Stretch sat at the bar, keeping watch on the monitors, barely sparing Johnnie a glance.
For all of Big Joe’s and Christopher’s hard work at making the club what it became, everything they’d sacrificed seemed to be going down the shitter. The open parties they’d once indulged in weekly had been stopped months ago. Even then, they hadn’t had the same flair. At least, members had new women to fuck and new contacts to obtain.
The members-only rule hurt their reputation and their bottom line.
If Sharper wasn’t dealt with soon, the Death Dwellers would disintegrate. Other clubs would provide the brothers with what the Dwellers now lacked.
Brotherhood. Women. Freedom .
Megan, Zoann, and Bailey—the babies they’d delivered—had stolen the freedom of the club’s president, road captain, and enforcer. The fucking betrayal slowly eroded whatever remained from the divide the girls had created.
Everyone knew how Digger had fucked over the club. Everyone .
The MC had been unraveling from the inside out for fucking years. Instead of focusing on punishing the former sergeant-at-arms, Christopher’s undivided devotion stayed on Megan.
It made them weak and vulnerable.
Johnnie tightened his grip on the bags he held, just then remembering them.
His attention had scattered, too. It had been on Kendall. Even in her absence, she’d been with him. So, he couldn’t point the finger at Christopher, when he too, shared responsibility.
Like now for instance.
Without asking, Johnnie recognized that Stretch had a problem. Instead of redirecting his steps and sharing a drink with the club treasurer, he had an overwhelming desire to see Kendall. One that he wouldn’t ignore, not even in the name of brotherhood .
Nodding to Stretch, Johnnie continued on.
Four shopping bags in hand, he opened his door, and found Kendall in bed, pillows propped behind her, asleep. A magazine on home décor lay propped on her belly. The robe she wore— his robe—lay open and exposed the fact she still had on his dress shirt, the one she’d changed into the night before.
Not wanting to disturb her, he crept forward and laid the bags at the edge of the bed, allowing them to rest on the footboard. He attempted to ignore how sweet and serene she looked as she slept, her worries and stresses erased from her lovely face.
He told himself to leave. He’d only agreed to her staying with him until after the baby’s birth, so he couldn’t get used to her presence. But, in the light of day and with the envy of Mortician’s wedding over, Johnnie couldn’t escape how deeply he’d missed her.
Swallowing, he picked up the magazine and glanced at the pages she’d been reading before she’d fallen asleep. The two-page spread showcased a beautiful nursery, decorated in blue, yellow, and green.
“Hi.”
Her husky voice brought him out of his revelry and he blinked. He cleared his throat. “Hey.”
She sat straighter and winced, before stretching.
“Is this how you want the nursery?” he asked gruffly, not knowing what to say. He flipped the magazine around to show her, unsure if she’d just happened to have fallen asleep at this spot.
Seeing the baby furniture brought home how much he’d missed over the months. It also made him realize how soon he’d meet his son or daughter.
She nodded. “Do you like it?”
He almost lashed out at her again, but she looked so vulnerable and sounded so hopeful. He sat next to her, pushing his back up against the headboard. Sudden tension radiated from her. Not that he blamed her. He
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