Page 55 of Property of Necro (Kings Of Anarchy MC: Illinois #1)

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Thirty-Eight

Walking around Necro, I flip on the shower as he secures his mask. Coffin leans against the wall, naked, arms crossed over his big chest, emanating murderous vibes. He’s pissed.

A snarl rolls up his throat.

Make that very fuckin’ pissed.

Rightfully so.

Necro shut our woman down. We were making progress, and now who knows where we are?

Pushing off the wall, Coffin peeks out the door before retaking his spot, where he glowers down at Necro as I grab towels from the cupboard. “She’s watchin’ a movie.”

“At least she didn’t leave,” I comment, draping Coffin’s towel over the bar attached to the wall.

“You’re gonna fix this.” He jerks his chin at Necro.

No. It’s better this way. He replies.

Rolling my eyes so far back in my skull, I catch my brain twitch in annoyance.

I keep my snarky commentary to myself in favor of letting Coffin handle things his way.

My way hasn’t worked. I’ve been nice. I’ve been a douche.

It’s been a solid Jekyll and Hyde performance, if I do say so myself.

Too bad it hasn’t gotten through to him.

Not when I drop by to check on how he’s doing, or when it’s my turn to babysit.

There’s been a wall erected between us, and I can’t seem to penetrate or climb it, no matter what I do.

“The hell it is,” Coffin growls. “She was glowing like a fuckin’ firefly in your lap.

I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her so happy.

You shit on that, ‘cause you can’t get out of your goddamn head.

How many times do we gotta tell you, we’re family?

” He gestures to each of us as I reach in to test the water temperature.

“We’re in this for life. You don’t get to kill yourself.

You don’t get to push away the one priceless thing that, for whatever reason, tolerates us.

She’s the cure, brother. She’s the sun. The Earth.

She’s like that stupid kid in the Twilight movie with her werewolf that Rot made us watch. She’s like that.”

Feelin’ stupidly warm and fuzzy, I snicker.

“Imprinting. I can’t believe you remember that.

” See. The oaf does pay attention, even when I went through a romance phase.

It didn’t last long. It started with Twilight and ended with The Vampire Academy .

Okay. So, I went through my teenage vampire stage.

Real fuckin’ manly shit, I know, but it was popular, and I was curious.

Sue me.

As I step into the shower, Coffin says, “You tortured us with those stupid teenage movies for fucking ever. Oh. I remember. I don’t want to.

It’s dumb as fuck. Because gross. She was a baby.

” Coffin blows an agitated breath as I squirt bodywash into my black loofa and keep the shower curtain half open so I can hear him.

“Sola’s grown and she’s in there, watching another bloody movie, probably in her head about you,” he grumbles at Necro.

“After spending every fuckin’ day the past two weeks asking us when she could see you. ”

She’s probably in her head about you. After spending every fuckin’ day the past two weeks asking us when she could see you.

Coffin’s words turn over in my head, confusing me.

When did she get here? I sign.

Pressing his lips together like he wants to lay into me, Coffin’s glare sharpens, and his nostrils flare.

He clenches his jaw, and I wait for him to explode, but he doesn’t.

A loud breath wooshes past his lips, and he rolls his shoulders.

Once the anger has passed, I cock my head to the side and gesture for his stubborn ass to fill me in.

“We paid Joe to kidnap her and bring her home,” Coffin explains, and continues to run down everything that’s happened since Sola returned, from nailing her in a coffin, Rot saving her, to her watching me kill myself.

She held my hand when the brothers came to save me.

I don’t remember that. She was at Doc’s and made friends with a chicken named Ducky.

They took turns sleeping in the cabin with her, and she’s been here, in the church, all along.

With them, waiting for me, as I ruminated in my casket for weeks, healing and hating the world.

No wonder Mama spent far too much time yappin’ about Sola. Even though I didn’t wanna listen, I did. He wouldn’t shut up.

The flock of chickens he crocheted now makes sense. They must be for her.

When Coffin finishes the rundown, Rot steps out of the shower, and they switch places. I sit on the closed toilet and process the information. There’s a ton of it.

Rot does all his after-wash things like apply deodorant, moisturizer, brush his hair, and spritz himself with cologne before disappearing into his bedroom without so much as a word to me. Not that I blame him. We haven’t talked much in months, and that’s on me.

I spiraled, and they paid the consequences.

Once Coffin finishes, he dries off and wraps the towel around his thick waist.

Ambling past me, he clasps me on the shoulder before joining Rot. Now that’s weird. Coffin likes his space. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him shower and not go to his room first.

Not knowing what to do… or how to feel… or much of anything… ‘cause I’m exhausted as fuck, I wash my hands and return to Rot’s bedroom to find them all in bed together.

My heart swells impossibly big at the sight of a sleeping Sola sucking on Rot’s cock with Coffin curled up behind her. There’s a movie playing on a tablet in the middle of the bed. I rest my shoulder against the doorjamb and watch them .

Rot pats the mattress. “We’ve got plenty of room.”

No. I can’t. I don’t belong there.

Ignoring the invitation, I watch as they continue to be with her, touching her hair, rubbing her soft skin, and treating her like the queen she is.

Has Dark tried to get her back ? I ask, hoping I don’t have a Sacred Sinner fight on the horizon.

Lifting a finger, like he’s asking me to give him a minute, Rot gently rolls Sola over to Coffin, who drops onto his back and positions her by his dick.

Her eyelids flutter, sleepy and cute, as she nuzzles her cheek against his thigh.

He untucks the towel and swipes his half-hard cock across her pillow-soft lips.

She opens automatically and sighs the most adorable sound when she sucks him into her mouth and falls back into a peaceful slumber.

This is surreal.

To see her here sucking Coffin’s cock like a pacifier and him letting her. Happily, so.

He smiles softly at Sola like she’s everything he described in the bathroom, and I believe him.

He doesn’t look disgusted by her touch. He’s grounded by it.

Far too many times, I’ve seen what happens when he takes pleasure in women.

This isn’t that. This is… more, and there goes that bizarre flappy thing in my stomach again.

Rot waves his hand, drawing my attention back to him, and he grins, knowing I don’t wanna look away from her.

Dark and the sisters know she’s here to stay , he signs.

They’re not fighting?

No. Kali called the dogs off. She could tell how sad Sola was. That’s what she said in her messages. If she wants to stay, she stays. You’re not sending her away, ever again. Understood? Rot quirks a brow in challenge, and I smirk at his cockiness, even though he can’t see it.

You think so, huh? I test, amused that he thinks he can tell me what to do.

You don’t get to decide who’s our old lady. We claim her.

Even if I don’t? I check.

That’s your choice.

And if I do?

Then we love and treat her well—all three of us.

I tilt my head to the side, curious. Surprised and curious. You got this all figured out?

He shrugs. I always have. Are you gonna claim her, too?

How?

Marry her like we plan to. He flicks his attention over to Coffin and down to a peaceful Sola. Coffin nods, just once, like he agrees with our brother, then he pets Sola’s head.

They can’t be serious. That was never part of the plan.

Marry her? I sign frantically. Too fast, I don’t know if he catches it.

Yes, Rot replies.

She hardly knows us.

She knows enough. None of us has been in a relationship before. Coffin is the closest to ever having one. We can stumble through this together. Married. Figured shit out as we go, like we always do.

You want to lock her down? I address Coffin. Since when does he want to be tied to a woman?

The fucker draws designs on Sola’s bare arm as he stares down at her in wonder. I want her chained to me 24/7, he signs slowly, with one hand, spelling each letter.

Then what? There must be an endgame .

He shrugs, about as clueless as I am. We live happily ever after or some shit.

That doesn’t exist for men like us. I nod to each of us.

Rot chimes in, It does now. If you let it and let her goodness in.

Her goodness in? Where’d you hear that shit? In one of your books? I flick my chin at the enormous stack of alien smut on his dresser. Rot’s always been a reader and has gone through a handful of romance phases, but I’ve never seen him read anything like that.

Leaning back on his pillow, Rot’s lips split into an arrogant grin. She told me to read one… but go big or go home.

Ah. Figures.

How do you feel about your first kiss and blowjob? he tosses back.

Looking away, my cheeks go up in flames.

We’re not talkin’ about that. Ever.

“Aw. You’re gettin’ hard, brother. Ya know. You can take Coffin’s place. I’m sure he won’t mind,” the motherfucker teases aloud, and I clench my fists down at my sides.

“I do mind, but I’m willin’ to share as long as you stop hurtin’ her goddamn feelings. You do it again and I’ll carve an S in your ball sac,” Coffin grits.

I step out of the doorway. You threatenin’ me?