“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
Zethan’s lazy circles on my back kicked off our spasms. “We’ll deck out the place in whatever style and colors you like.” His hot whisper in my ear curled the fire in my belly. “Everywhere except our bedrooms, Castor’s library, the dungeon, and the recreation room.”
A fair compromise. The dungeon was non-negotiable to my men when they needed a panic room to retreat to in case of danger. A secret room inaccessible to Mia would serve as Daddy’s pleasure room.
I chained my arms around my man’s neck. “I want us all to choose something we like for the style.”
Zethan’s fiery touch moved along my arms, goosebumps skittering across my flesh in his wake. “Now that’s a battle Slade will enjoy.”
At hearing his name, Slade glanced over his shoulder, flashing his classic dimples and the temperature in me rose another five degrees. Definitely didn’t need that in the summer heat.
I snorted and hit Zethan’s chest, working against the dull ache returning to my arms. “One, that Slade’s job. And two, stop encouraging wars between my mates.”
Slade’s dimples hit with full force, turning my body to melted caramel as he chimed in, “You started it, Nurse A, by wanting us all to agree. It ain’t happening.”
Probably not. Five different people with very different tastes. Alaric, who liked clean, sharp lines like his hawk, wood finishings, and old-school, retro 1950s-style decor. Slade, who liked it manly, straight lines, clean finishes, robust with darker colors. Castor, with his collectibles and antiques, guitars, paintings. Zethan, simple with all white. Then swinging back to me, who liked colored feature walls, lemon, olive greens, with curved features and softness to remind me of my goddess.
I kept it fair between all my mates. “How about we go with a consistent style for the entry, halls, bathrooms, dining, kitchen, and lounge room? Then the rest of the space is free rein?”
Zethan cupped my ass cheek with his whole palm, boosting me up to meet his mouth, triggering contractions in my gut and legs.
Slade leaned down to croon in my ear, “My little warrior thinks like a true general to appease her soldiers.”
Liquid gold pumped through my veins. I loved it when he talked like his War god. Sexy. A.F.
Castor came out onto the patio, tapping me on the shoulder. “Help me top up the food platters, baby?”
He never used my nickname in front of the club.
Zethan’s brows crushed down and he released my leg. Discontent stormed along both our bonds. Pain from the curse was hitting with full force, and I couldn’t take much more. If it wasn’t the curse, it was something else sequestering us. In this case, I was the old lady and hostess, so it was my job.
Slade clucked his tongue at me to get going.
“Sure.” I kissed Zethan’s cheek and climbed off him.
Several faces remained absent from the party, namely the sweet butts, who Slade refused entry because this was a family event. No whores or bitches welcome, no matter how much they kissed Slade’s ass this last month for an invite.
Bones and Slash looked cozy with their new girlfriends, Katie and Jenny, two of the rescued women from the shelter. The men protectively stroked their old ladies’ backs, leaning in to whisper to them, making them giggle.
They didn’t meet in the greatest of circumstances, the women kidnapped by my brother, tortured, raped, and filmed for his sick perversions. I removed the memories of the traffick women’s ordeal and cast it into the dirty cops and sent them to the psychiatric ward. Unfortunately for Katie and Jenny, I had to keep some of their horror to maintain the ruse with Bones and Slash.
Slade released the women from the club’s protection to return to their lives. They were all eternally grateful, and some kept in contact with the club to let us know how they were doing. Most were relieved to return to their families.
With DNA collected by Zethan, half the trafficked women launched legal action against the New South Wales Police force with very good prospects for payouts. Video evidence collected by Castor and used in his reckoning was admitted as evidence. Public outrage was at an all-time high, and the Bathurst Police kept out of our business, avoiding drawing further unnecessary attention. These proceedings would keep the police tied up in court for years and out of our face.
Castor advised that Superintendent Knight’s buddies called off any further attacks on us, and Daddy took a few extra down to clear out the bad eggs. Suffice it to say, things would be quiet on the cop front.
It felt like the thorned vine strangling the club was cut away. Free, we could all breathe easy, relax, enjoy the night, welcome in the New Year… until the next conflict. A fight between gods and avatars. One that might burn the world down.
Not wanting to dwell on that confrontation, I quickly detoured to greet Katie and Jenny, brushing lightly down the first’s arm. “You all look very happy.”
Katie snuggled deeper into her biker man’s chest, and he rumbled with delight, slinging a second arm over her back. “Very happy I found this man.”
Same deal for Jenny. I read it all over her face and the name scrawled on her heart. Both women were in the process of relocating to Bathurst to be with their men and find new jobs. A true love story… starting off with horror like mine and ending with Prince Charming bikers.
As I said my goodbyes and headed into the kitchen, my mind wandered to my conversation with Zethan, and the last remaining threat to the club and my mates. My men were confident we could eliminate Colton Raine without dragging the other men into our fight.
