I shook off all thoughts of that disgusting piece of shit. Maat would deal with him, and if it didn’t, the new queen of reckoning might have to cleanse the club.
First, I dropped off coffee to Slade and Zethan, who were on the phone to a potential new Pharaoh manufacturer to take the heat off his brother. I gave them both a peck on their cheeks, a quick shoulder massage, and a nip to their necks. The heated primal promise in the president’s gaze ordered my return in five minutes to finish off what I started.
Fire crawled between my legs, getting me ready for a little alone time with Daddy and Alaric since we didn’t get as much at home.
While I was here, I might catch up on club business since I hadn’t been involved much, besides the bits and pieces Slade shared with me. His sweet way to make me feel included and give me a connection to the club. An open door if I wanted to return. Damn my man. My heart did a booty shake at him.
Down the hall, I knocked on Castor’s door first, knowing I’d most likely find him in his office.
“Come in.” Daddy’s dark, dominant voice always got me, luring me in obediently.
I squeezed my large carry bag packed full of items and maneuvered the coffee into one arm and entered.
Castor sat at his desk with Rusty going over the club’s figures. A job Zethan used to handle until his demotion. Stress lines from tight finances and pressure from the police and government agencies were a thing of the past. Daddy looked his age for once, instead of ten years older.
I dropped my bag on Castor’s sofa. His gift was private, a little rude and I didn’t want to lower the men’s respect for their new VP by unveiling it in front of them.
“Hi, there.” I kept my greeting tame in front of Rusty.
“Hey, baby.” Castor’s concentration evaporated into a sexy, dark smile. He never called me Sorceress in front of the others.
“Brought you some coffee.” I set the tray down on his desk. Four coffees left. One for Daddy, Alaric, Rusty and me. The old guy would grumble if I didn’t bring him one too, and cheering up the grump warmed my healing heart.
“Wish my wife did that.” Rusty picked up his hot drink and toasted me.
Aw.They’d been married for fifteen years, and the spark had kind of died. I fed him some healing magick into his heart to lighten it and give it back that kindle they had when they first got together. His eyes turned from hard and brown to warm, melted chocolate. I was tempted to blow on my finger and call myself the love goddess when Castor gave me a reproachful frown for using my magick on the men.
Emergencies only.
Screw that. Rules were meant to be broken. I was a badass bitch when I wanted to be. Daddy brought that out in me and only had himself to blame for encouraging me to deliver a reckoning with him.
“Don’t let me interrupt.” I sat down and pulled my planner out from my carry bag, going over my never-ending lists of to-dos for the house’s interior decorating and Mia’s future schooling arrangements.
“We were almost finished anyway.” Rusty pulled out of his chair, pushed it aside, and made to leave. “We’ll catch up on the garage issue this afternoon after I’ve chatted to Dusty.”
When I visited my mates, the club knew to clear out and not bother us until my screams of pleasure stopped. At first I was embarrassed by it, unable to meet the men’s gazes. Now I didn’t give a crap. Life was too short to worry about stupid shit like that. That kind of thing never happened so brazenly with the Wolves when Jimmy was scared of my father’s wrath.
“Talk to you then.” Castor slammed the club’s financial ledger shut, and his bond smiled at the sound.Book nerd forever.
Rusty made himself scarce pretty quick. Smart man. I wanted Daddy time.
At Castor’s beckoning, I snapped my planner shut and carried it to his desk, placing it beside the coffee tray. “Where’s Alaric?”
He shoved aside the book on his desk. “Gone to the Lithgow chapter.”
“How’s my favorite Sorceress?” Castor’s arms banded around me as I sank into his lap.
“A bit overwhelmed.” I traced the edge of my planner. “I never knew decorating a house was so complicated. Floor-to-ceiling tiles? Ceramic or porcelain? Curtains or blinds and energy savings. Carpet or wood floorings.”
I’d take interior decorating hands down over the high-pressure and fast-paced environment of the ER. Lack of sleep, night shifts and doubles were a recipe for mistakes.
In all honesty, I was so lucky my mates afforded me the time away from paid work and supported Mia and me. That they bought the house between them for us all to share, and that they didn’t ask for anything but my love.
Castor chuckled and the confused knot in my heart unwound. “Try running a motorcycle club.”
I hit him. “No, thanks.”
Speaking of running a club and assisting with the finances, I pulled out his gift and presented it to him. “For you.”
