Chapter 13 #2
“What the fuck did you give him this time?” Brooks elbows me, as he now rubs the side of his neck as if Finn dislocated his head off his shoulders.
“He gave me nothing, bro. I wake up every morning and piss excellence.” I laugh at Finn’s Talladega Nights reference and sip the rest of my coffee.
I get up to put my cup in the sink when I hear the loud yawn of Saint emerging from his cave, shirtless, with only a loose pair of shorts hanging from his waist.
“What the hell? Who let the animals inside?” Saint groans through a second yawn, making his way to the coffee maker and pouring himself a cup.
“Better watch your mouth ‘God’s favorite.’ I’ll fuck you up too.” Finn is playing with fire this morning. His fists are coming mere centimeters from the side of Saint’s face as Finn pretends to punch him. Saint is not a morning person—we all know this—so it’s like watching a bomb slowly tick.
“Better watch yourself, Finn. He’s a different kind of man in the morning,” I warn.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m not afraid of the caveman.
” Finn barely has a second to finish his sentence before Saint turns on him and delivers a hard jab to Finn’s ribs, not even remotely going easy.
Coughing and sputtering come from a hunched over Finn as Brooks belts out a deep belly laugh.
Just when I think Finn couldn’t get any crazier, he starts laughing himself.
“There it is. Morning to you too, princess,” Finn groans as he pulls out his own stool, sitting beside his brother as he coughs a few more times.
Saint takes up the last stool as we all place our elbows on the island and get to business.
“Wait a minute, where’s Owen?” Brooks asks from my side. Right on cue, the front door swings open and slams against the wall. Owen steps through the doorway, his face looking like he, too, just woke up.
“There’s pretty boy. Welcome to the fucking party. Nice of you to show up on time,” Finn welcomes our friend, who looks even more pissed off than Saint. What the hell has gotten into these guys?
“What’s got you in a sour mood?” Brooks asks him as he leans his back against the fridge, crossing his arms as if pouting like a toddler.
“Don’t want to talk about it.” That’s all he says, and we don’t push him any further. I catch Finn elbowing Brooks and whispering one word to him.
“Ophelia.”
“I’m sorry, what was that, prick?” Owen asks, pushing off the fridge and taking a step towards the island.
“Enough,” I announce to the room, my anger starting to rise at this fucking bickering I can never seem to escape. The room goes quiet for a moment, the steam of all the testosterone filling the room at a rapid speed.
“Right, we don’t have another shipment of metal coming for quite a while, so we have some time to fuck around a bit.
” My father, before his death, began dipping into the industry of weapons running, or “metal,” as I like to call it.
“Apart from the jobs you all have scheduled at the shop, I want you to take this time to lie low, enjoy a break. I know for some of us, it’s hard to sit.
” I look at Finn, who is flipping open his lighter and closing it in quick succession, not even paying attention to what I’m saying—typical Finn.
“Finn, I’m talking about you,” I groan out.
“Yeah, yeah, I heard you. I have fights the next few weeks anyway. I’ll be plenty busy.” His smile is mischievous and full of trouble.
“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Brooks whispers to me. Thank fuck for Brooks. He’s probably the only man that’s able to keep our psycho in line apart from his father.
“Other than not getting in trouble, that’s all I have for the next two, let’s say three, weeks.
” The five of us relax a little bit more in unison.
My crew and I have been busier than most years with the increased need for metal and other jobs within the club, and I can tell my guys are run down.
Apart from Finn—he’s like the fucking Energizer Bunny. Always on full fucking charge.
“Hell yeah! Who’s coming to see me pummel some poor pathetic excuse of a man tomorrow?” Finn stretches his arms out wide, the excitement clear on his face about his upcoming fight.
“Are the girls coming?” Saint asks the room.
“Yeah, I heard Bristol talking with Frieda earlier this week, and they all plan to be there. I guess they’re getting drinks prior to the fights.
” Brooks’ statement has my eyes going to my phone.
Quickly opening my favorite app, I click the full screen button and see Sky has just emerged from the shower.
Steam billowing into her room from the bathroom, a small towel wrapped tightly around her perfect little frame.
The guys have continued talking, but I don’t hear them.
I watch as she drops her towel and rummages through her dresser, picking out an outfit, piece by piece.
“I’m bringing Skylar,” I announce to the room, my mind quickly registering that I just said that to the room instead of in my head. I look at Saint, who nods his head once in approval. He’s not stupid. He saw this coming.
“Right, full house!” Finn yells. The guys all groan at his loud outburst. I look back at my phone. Sky is fully dressed now and ready for her day. I close out of the app and stand from my stool.
“Let’s head to the garage,” I say, needing to tell the rest of the club the plans for the next few weeks, but mostly, I need to pay a visit to my favorite little killer this evening.
I need to make sure she’s not working tomorrow, because tomorrow, she’s mine.
You know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.