Chapter 42
Millie
B oth Felicity and Aaron know my weakness for Italian food. Bug, the Baton Rouge club’s hacker, has eyes on them. When Wrath told me they were on the way, I asked them to head them off. I don’t know, maybe it’s because of the twins, but I don’t want either of them to step foot in my city.
While I’ll always love Indiana and consider it a hometown, New Orleans is my home too. It’s where my husband and children are. It’s where I’ll raise my family. I don’t want it tainted with their energy. The city’s always been my safe space. My place away from them. Both refused to come visit me the time I invited them. I tried once. That was enough. They didn’t deserve more.
We arrive at the restaurant. It takes a few minutes to find a parking space. It’s a couple of blocks from the restaurant, but I’m not worried. I’m carrying. I have PK380 in a holster at the small of my back. A black denim vest covers what my shirt doesn’t.
Wrath has a Sig-Sauer M17 in shoulder holster under his cut and a backup pistol in his boot.
The prospects and members of the Kings’ Baton Rouge chapter are all spread out nearby. Wrath’s hand slips into mine as we walk.
“Are you hungry?”
“Starving. I could eat as much as a draft horse.”
“I take it that’s a lot?”
“One to three percent of their body weight. Which is between sixteen hundred and two thousand pounds.”
He laughs. “Okay, you’re on the verge of hangry. Got it.”
We laugh and chat along the way. If Aaron or Felicity are nearby, I haven’t seen them yet. Wrath gives our name at the hostess stand and we’re whisked off to a table. It’s not centrally located, but we can be easily spotted from anywhere in the restaurant.
Less than a minute after we’re seated, a young woman with brown hair bounces up to the table.
“Hello, I’m Kloie. I’ll be taking care of you this evening. Can I put in an appetizer for you while I get your drinks?”
“I want a sweet tea with extra lemon, fried deviled eggs, stuffed mushrooms and the artichoke bottoms filled with crab.”
She turns to Wrath. “And for you, sir?”
“I’ll take a sweet tea with extra lemon and add the calamari to that.”
Wrath waited until the server was gone to tease me.
“Are you going to share any of that with me?”
“Perhaps. You may have to talk to me into it.”
He raises one brow. “Oh, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” I say with a smirk.
He chuckles and leans closer to me; his lips graze the lobe of my ear. Causing a shiver to run down the entire length of my body. One of his hands snaked across my leg and he palms my inner thigh. My pussy clenches in anticipation. It feels like years instead of weeks.
I want him. Almost bad enough to crawl under this table, but there’s no cover.
I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together. When he moves his hand up to the junction of my thighs and cups me through my jeans. My pussy floods with wetness.
Kloie comes back with our iced teas, a bowl of lemons and our deep-fried deviled eggs. My mouth waters at the sight of them. Damn girl, down. Everyone talks to their stomach, right?
Wrath squeezes two slices of lemon into my glass before tearing the wrapper off my straw and putting it in my glass. He hands it to me before fixing his own. While I’m taking a drink of my perfect tea, he puts two deviled eggs on my plate. I greedily devour the first before looking up to catch him looking at me. He smiles and winks.
“Dig in, Nightingale. You’re going to need your strength for later.”
Our server comes back while I’m eating the second egg. With the rest of our appetizers.
“Would you like to put your dinner order in now, or should I come back in a few?”
Wrath looks at me. “I’m ready if you are,” I say.
“Ladies first.”
“I’d like the Louisiana seafood medley pasta and the steak Palermo medium rare. I’m sure we’ll need boxes later. My eyes are always bigger than my stomach,” I add with a laugh.
“I’ll take the fourteen-ounce ribeye, rare with the baked potato of the day, steamed broccoli and a cup of the lobster bisque. We’d also like a whole loaf of the village bread with the roasted garlic.”
We both dig into the appetizers. I don’t know why I’m so hungry.
“This is the first time in weeks I haven’t had a cast on or a twin screaming.”
Suddenly, I lifted out of my chair and sat on Wrath’s lap.
“I’m so sorry, Nightingale. I should have taken off work and been with you more?”
I shake my head. “No baby, what you're doing is important. Smoke’s grandma needs her privacy cottage. When you finish it ahead of schedule, your crew can start on our house.”
The smile he gives me melts my panties and makes my ovaries ache.
“Since we started with twins, should we add more bedrooms?”
I laugh. “Twins do run in your family. It’s possible the kids may have to share at some point.”
Wrath nods. “I loved sharing a room with Saber and Decker. Honestly, we had a lot of bonding time. Willow always found excuses to sleep in our room. She was devastated when we all joined the marines.”
“She still looks at you three like you hung the moon. I feel sorry for the man she dates?”
“Why’s that?”
“First, he’ll have to live up to you three. Then he’ll have to survive you.”
“Good point.”