32. Rogue
ROGUE
Angel’s still asleep when I head downstairs and grab a cup of coffee before folding myself into a chair at the table. “I’m going to call church later. A few things I need to bring everyone up to speed on,” I tell Hayze and Drifter while they tear into their breakfast.
Hayze looks up at me and I grin. “Angel and I are getting hitched. I asked her to be my ol’ lady last night.”
Every eye around the table widens as my men digest what that really means because she’s the first female we’ve had actually live here although some of the guys bed down with a bunny for a week or two, but we also knew they weren’t here to stay.
But Angel is different, she’s here to stay for good and we’re going to have to talk about how this affects the dynamics of our club.
There’s no doubt Angel will acclimate, but I also don’t want her around shit she doesn’t need to see or hear.
In the back of my mind, I’m already thinking about the home I want to give her, and what it looks like.
We own a shit ton of acreage, and Johnny and his boys would be more than happy to get the work and build a new house.
So many things I want to teach Angel, riding a bike with me, riding on her own, and having a home with her, it’s all I’ve been thinking about all fucking night.
Johnny, his boys, and our crew will help me.
We have so much land in the back forty that if any of the other guys decide to settle down in the future, we’d have room for them.
My mind spins with ideas for the Royal Bastards, Tucson Chapter in the future. Hayze gets up from the table and heads to the kitchen. Drifter gives me a head gesture toward Hayze that makes me think something I haven’t been filled in on is going on.
I follow him into the kitchen with my coffee cup as he picks pieces of crisp fried bacon from a platter layered in paper toweling. “Looks great, right?” I ask.
Hayze isn’t known for being quiet. If he has something to say he’s going to say it and if you don’t like it, then you can just walk away but he’s gonna say it anyway.
He pours a cup of coffee into his favorite mug and then turns to me.
“Angel’s sister, she may be compromised.
She may not be the sister who Angel remembers. ”
“In what fucking way?”