Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Let’s bring that up at the next meeting,” Vex suggested.
“I’ll do it. You’ll just piss everyone off,” Razor volunteered. “I’ll clue in Wraith and Scythe. They’ll support us.”
Razor stopped to scan Angel. “You’re tired. Go home.”
Kicking himself for not whisking her away thirty minutes ago, Vex immediately wrapped an arm around her. “We should have left earlier, Baby girl. Let’s go.”
“I’m f….” she protested.
She didn’t even get the words out of her mouth before Vex had her in his arms. He carried her toward the exit. “Razor, give our excuses to the folks in the private room. Food’s on me. They can stay as long as they wish.”
“Vex!” Angel argued.
He kissed her temple and said, “I should have taken you home before. Razor’s right.”
She wiggled for a few seconds before relaxing in his arms and setting her head on his shoulder. “Can we at least ride your bike back to the cabin?”
“You bet, Baby girl, if you can hold on tight.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered into his ear.
He knew she was tired when she didn’t protest or ask to say goodbye to her work friends. Vex kicked himself for not getting her out of there immediately when he’d noticed her fatigue. He’d deal with getting some food into her when he got home.
Chapter 11
By the time he strapped on her helmet and navigated the parking lot, fifteen minutes had passed. The drive to the compound was quick. When he pulled up to the gate, Pirate walked out of the guard shack with a bag of to-go containers.
“Razor dropped these off for you. He hoped burgers would sound good,” Pirate said, handing the bag to Vex.
Angel leaned forward, sniffing appreciatively. “That smells amazing.”
“They taste good too. Razor brought me one as well. Enjoy. Welcome home, Angel,” Pirate told her before returning to the shelter to lift the bar blocking the entrance.
Vex cradled the bag on his tank between his arms and returned to his cabin. He was almost there when he heard an unmistakable sniff. His Baby girl was crying.
Fuck! He quickly kept heading to his place, but he checked in on her. “Angel, are you okay?”
“Home. This place really feels like home,” she said, leaning her helmet against his cut as he drove into his driveway and hesitated for the garage to open.
“That’s a good thing, right?” Vex asked, reaching around to give her a backward hug.
“The best feeling ever.”
A flashback to the gate at her father’s house popped into his mind. Arriving at the two places felt completely different. One was stiff and formal, the other welcoming and warm. Of course, she’d gotten that greeting because he’d claimed her as his Little. Pirate wouldn’t have been so friendly if she’d been a random gate crasher. No one entered the compound without a member of the MC vouching for them.
“Let’s get these burgers inside and devour them before the fries get cold,” he suggested, pulling into the garage. He usually reversed inside to park his cycle, but he wouldn’t waste time on that tonight.
To his relief, her tears had already stopped when he got her helmet off. Poor tired Baby. He wiped her cheeks dry with the hem of his shirt before carrying her inside. In a matter of moments, he had her snuggling on the couch with a burger and fries on a plate.
“Eat. Do you need ketchup?”
“Please,” she said, lifting her burger to take a bite. When she shivered slightly, Vex made a quick stop at the hall closet before grabbing the squeezable container from the fridge.
He added a puddle of the sauce to her plate before unwrapping the soft gray fabric. “Here, Baby girl. Cover up with this.” Vex had never thought he’d have someone to give this to and had stashed it away. Seeing the blanket draped over her felt good deep inside him.
“Oh, that’s so warm! Look! The material has the same emblem that’s on your vest.”
“It does,” he agreed, settling beside her with a can of cola for her and a beer for him.
“Vex. This is special. You just got this out of a package. I’ll put the throw away, so I don’t get it dirty,” she said, leaning forward to set her plate on the coffee table.
“Freeze, Baby girl. That was in a package because I hadn’t given the gift to anyone. Now I have. It’s yours and should be used.”
She popped a fry into her mouth as she studied him. Slowly, she stroked a clean finger over the embroidered patch. “It means something, doesn’t it? This is special.”
“I’m glad you like it, Angel.”
“Tell me,” she demanded in a soft tone that told him she wouldn’t drop it.
“Each of the Devil Daddies receives a blanket from Lucien when they join the MC. It’s meant for their Little girls,” Vex said.
“And you’re giving this to me?”