Page 28 of War
“Did I die and go to heaven?” Lore adds, opening his arms and pulling Ora against him. “I love you. Really, I do.”
With my hands on her waist, I pull her away from him. “Touch her again, and you won’t have any hands to eat with.”
Everyone starts to dig in, and I wait until Ora begins to eat before I take my first bite. “These are the best prawns I’ve ever tasted,” I admit, closing my eyes and swallowing.
Ora smiles at me, blushing a little. “Good,” she replies, watching me take a bite of everything.
I notice Prez staring at her just a little too long, his eyes widening as he tastes his food. “Ora, you should have your own restaurant.”
“Thank you,” she replies, taking a sip of her wine. “But I’m happy working for Lu in her bakery. I love it there. I get to spend every day with my best friend and create all kinds of desserts. And she pays me well.”
“She’s happy?” Haze asks.
She nods, narrowing her eyes on him. “Yes, the bakery is everything to her. She’s very talented and smart.”
Haze swallows and looks back down at his plate. No idea what the deal with him and Lu is, but clearly, my woman knows something.
“So, none of you have an old lady?” she asks the table.
“Suit had one,” Bones replies, shrugging. “But they didn’t work out.”
“I haven’t met Suit yet,” she says.
“He’s the club lawyer,” I explain, resting my arm along the back of her chair. “He’s not always around, but he’s here when we need him.”
Like when he got me out of prison early, the day before I met her.
“I had one,” Prez says, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing.
“What happened?” she asks.
The table goes quiet. We don’t really speak about Kate or the fact that she died from a stray bullet that was meant for our prez. “She died.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Ora replies, her voice gentle.
“It was a long time ago,” Prez explains, tilting his head to the side. I’m surprised he’s telling her personal things about himself. He never speaks about what happened that night, even though it’s been about ten years since we lost her.
“I guess that’s why I’m the only woman here,” she mutters, and Skull smirks.
“Besides the club girls.”
“Well, I’ve barely seen them around here,” she admits, and there’s a reason for that.
I don’t want her to see Daisy or any of the other club girls I’ve fucked, so I’ve told the men to keep whatever they do behind closed doors or when Ora isn’t at the clubhouse.
I’m not taking any chances with her, and I’m not losing her because I fucked around the club after I got out and couldn’t find her. None of them meant anything to me, but I don’t want them shoved in her face because, if the roles were reversed and I had to be around men who had touched her perfect body, heads would be rolling.
“We usually kick them out in the mornings,” Lore admits, and I shoot him a scowl. “What? We do.”
That fucker needs toshut his mouth.
“You want her to keep cooking for us or what? Because none of those club bitches know how to make anything,” Bones, as usual with no filter whatsoever, tells him. “We’ll have to go back to pizza every night.”
“You don’t have to do anything for these assholes. You know that, right?” I grumble, lifting my beer to my mouth.
“I know,” she replies, her blue eyes dancing with amusement. “If I don’t feel like it, I won’t.”
“Good.”
