Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“You’re naked. We’ll leave you alone until you’re dressed. I’ve got a feeling Markus is going to have it easy to pick up pussy.” Prue stood, leaving the room.
“Oh, Angel left you clothes on the chair in the corner.”
The door closed behind her, and Lacey thought she had entered the Twilight Zone. Pushing some hair off her face she glanced over at the clock to see it was past ten. She rarely slept in anymore. Last night she’d been so exhausted that she’d passed out cold. Her last memory was of Whizz curling around her as she lay on the bed. Pushing the blanket off her body, she grabbed the clothes then entered the bathroom. Her eyes didn’t look red and puffy. Staring at her face, she actually looked refreshed, which scared her a little. She’d been in The Skulls’ clubhouse, and yet she looked better for it rather than worse.
She went to the toilet, did her business, and washed her hands before brushing her teeth. Lacey dressed in the denim skirt and white maternity shirt that Angel had let her use. This would be the only time she wore maternity clothes.
Don’t do it, Lacey. It’s not worth it.
Walking back into the bedroom, she put on some sneakers after brushing her hair.
“Are you done yet?” Prue asked, speaking through the door. Opening the door, she stared at the other woman.
“I’m done.”
“Come on. I’ll feed you first. Whizz wants me to keep an eye on you.”
She followed behind Prue as they walked downstairs. No one stopped this time to stare at her. It helped that Prue kept talking about everything and anything.
“Where did she go?” Hardy asked.
They entered the kitchen to find Hardy, Gash, Nash, and Steven talking. Angel was feeding her son as Eva was dealing with a temper tantrum from Tabitha.
“I don’t know,” Nash said. “I’ve only just got up. Give me a break.”
“Rose isn’t in my room, and she’s not answering her cell.”
“For fuck’s sake, she wanted some space. Give it to her,” Gash said, snapping.
“Where is she?” Hardy stepped toward the other man. Gash got to his feet, showing he wasn’t threatened.
“You can get in my face all you want, Hardy. I’m not the one responsible for sticking my dick in the wrong woman. She wants space, deal with it, or you’ll be dealing with a divorce.” Gash snapped up his drink, storming out of the room.
“I love her. I don’t want her to leave.”
“Rose loves you, Hardy. Give her some space,” Angel said, offering him a smile.
Taking a seat at the table, Lacey gasped as Prue put Markus in her arms. “Right, I was thinking we’ll skip Fort Wills and go straight to the mall in the city. No one is keeping us locked up tight anymore. I need to get away,” Prue said.
Markus wriggled in her arms and Lacey held on as she listened to the other woman. This was more than she could handle. She’d never held a child in all of her life.
“Lash won’t be happy,” Angel said.
“Screw Lash. This is a girls’ day. What about you, Eva? Are you coming along?”
“I want Simon!” Tabitha threw her bowl off the table, glaring at her mother.
Eva rolled her eyes. “No! Tiny’s right. I’ve put up with your temper long enough, lady. You’re so going in the naughty corner.” In quick moves, Eva put her daughter in the corner. “You will stay there and think about what you’ve done.”
“She better stay there,” Tiny said, appearing in the doorway.
Tabitha looked shocked to see her father watching. “That’s right, missy. I saw you.”
She stuck her lip out. “I want Simon!”
Tiny looked at Eva, frowning. “She means Devil’s Simon, not Tate’s.”
Tabitha faced the wall, folding her arms over her chest. She looked every inch the spoilt little girl.
Prue placed a cup in front of her. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Just some toast.”
No one paid Lacey any attention as she held Markus close.
“How long has she been throwing her temper around?” Tiny asked.
“She liked Simon. They were close.” Eva cleaned away the mess. “I’ve been talking with Lexie. Simon has been the same way.”
“What do you want?” Tiny folded his arms, the same way his daughter had.
“We want to meet up.”
Lacey tuned out as Angel started talking with Prue. “How’s Kelsey?”
“She’s vomiting. I think she’s preggers again. It wouldn’t surprise me. Killer is always on her.” Prue finished making some breakfast then made her way over to her. She took Markus out of her arms. “Not that I can complain. They make beautiful kids.”
“Are we inviting Tate along?” Angel asked.
“Don’t go ruining my good mood.”
“I’m not going,” Tate said, walking into the room. Lacey looked behind her in time to see Tate smirk after she looked from her dad to Tabitha. She passed Tabitha on the way to the table, ruffling her head. “That’s my girl.”