Page 16 of Property of Necro (Kings Of Anarchy MC: Illinois #1)
Chapter
Fourteen
Sitting at my rusty desk in my basement office, with my chair tipped back too far for an adult, I rest my feet on the edge, laptop in my lap, and smile like a loon as I trim the conversation between Mama and Sola in the chapel into little sections, knowing Coffin doesn’t have the patience to listen to the entire discussion with all the pauses.
When I’ve gotten it down to a manageable listen, I shrink the file so it won’t take up a lot of space on his phone, and I text it to him from my computer.
Knowing Necro has already watched the exchange, I pretend he hasn’t and text him the same Cliff Notes version I sent Coffin.
I wonder if Necro will watch it with Sola in his office.
She’s in there hours a day, and today’s not any different.
I wish we had more for her to do around here.
That we could trust her more, but that takes time, and this place isn’t safe.
The brothers, given a chance, would touch her like the fuckin’ sex-deprived hound dogs they are, and those who dwell in the basement between shipments wouldn’t think twice about tearing into her sweet, sweet pussy .
Fuck.
What a delicious pussy.
My mouth waters just thinkin’ about it as an incoming text vibrates on my desk.
I pull my cell into my lap.
Coffin: Fuck Off.
Me: I don’t know what you’re so uptight about.
Coffin: I’m on my way home, and you send me this?
Me: How was I supposed to know you were on your way home?
Coffin: I have a guest.
Me: Sure, you do. Is she also redheaded?
Coffin: No. Why would she be? I fuckin hate red hair.
Me: Lies. Deflection. Bullshit.
Coffin: Stop with the psychobabble. Just make sure the room’s ready.
Me: Only one woman at a time. You know the rules.
Coffin: Yeah. Well. You keep breakin em, and I kinda like this one. So I’m changing the rules, too.
Me: Necro’s not gonna like this.
Coffin: She’s a willing cunt. He’ll love it.
Me: I’m not fuckin her.
Coffin: I’m not askin you to. That means more for the rest of us.
Me: You mean you and Necro, right?
Coffin: You mind your business. I’ll mind mine.
Me: You’re a dick.
Coffin: Yep.
Flicking off his text, ready to punch a hole through Coffin’s stubborn skull, I pull up Necro’s thread.
Three dots are bubbling at the bottom like he’s in the middle of messaging me. I wait a minute to see what he texts first, and I’m not surprised it’s a long, fragmented one.
Necro: I got the video. Coffin is bringing a new female back with him. I sent Worm to set up the bedroom. Don’t start shit. Tell Sola if you want her to know. Coffin wants to run the altar play when they arrive. We have a shipment coming in tomorrow night. Be ready. It’s bigger than usual.
Grinding my molars, I reread Necro’s text three times. By the fourth, I’m ready to commit murder.
Coffin wants to do the altar thing? Coffin wants to…
Oh. Fuck him. That ain’t happenin’.
Standing from my chair, I toss my laptop on my desk, slam it shut, and I…. I…. I lose my goddamn shit .
Kicking my chair backward, it crashes against the cinderblock wall.
It does nothing to tame the rage.
I slam my closed fists on the desk. It knocks a dozen pens on the floor and rocks my laptop, but nothing quells this… ugh! Fuck them!
I know Coffin hates women.
I know he hates the prospect of Sola actually being a good person, someone worthy, someone who may, if we pull our heads out of our asses, want to be with us as much as I want to be with her.
It’s been weeks, and I’m the only one of us who’s gotten to know her sweet smile and kind words. Her laugh is tinkly and beautiful, and so is her soul. I can feel it. She’s good. Broken like us, but good. She’s not a temporary bandage. She’s the cure.
I know it.
Mama knows it.
That’s why he asked her to come. That’s why he shared what he did in the chapel.
To bring her closer in, to make her feel like she belongs.
He’s not only the oldest of the brothers, but he’s also the wisest. That’s why he’s VP, and Necro needs his guidance—even if he doesn’t want it most of the time.
Maybe, in their microscopic dick-for-brains, Necro and Coffin know Sola’s important, too. That’s why they're pulling this shit.
Either that, or they’re truly that far gone.
Look. I get it.
Putting yourself out there is hard .
Letting Sola see inside will damn near destroy us and her in the process.
But it’s worth it.
We’ll heal together. Stronger together than apart.
Don’t ask me how I know, but I do.
I place a hand over my heart. It’s here. In my chest. Beating for her. Steady and ready to break the shell. Bring on the axe. Cut through the armor. I can take it. I know my brothers can, too. When she chips away at us, maybe she’ll let us do the same to her, too. Slower. With more care.
That’s what a woman like Sola deserves.
Everything.
And more…