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What command is he going to issue next?
He waves me over, and I roll my head from side to side as I comply. I thought I was getting away from being ordered around when I left the MC. Hell, I never thought I’d make it out of the Demons alive, and if half the chapter wasn’t dead, I wouldn’t have been able to.
“I have one last thing to take care of. It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes,” Moretti says, carefully extricating himself from under Vanessa.
She looksquiterelaxed, but that makes sense. It’s been probably an hour or a little more since she took that gummy.
“Ziggy and Anson will remain up here to watch over you,” Moretti says, standing. “Keep my wife happy while I’m gone.”
At least it’s an order I’m not going to bristle about.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Vanessa
Moretti and Hawk disappear through a curtain in the back corner of the VIP section. The bartender left with the last set of people Moretti talked to, and it feels like all the energy was drained out of the room.
Anson stands over by the door that we came in, and Ziggy lingers in the opposite corner near the weird curtain Moretti left through.
It’s very unassuming.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was just wall decor, but there must be a hallway that leads somewhere.
It’s weird that both Ziggy and Anson are here.
From what I remember, Angel only has two guys, and they’re both here in the club with us. That sucks for her. Unless she has some third guy I don’t know about, she’s stuck at the mansion with a new baby all by herself.
I mean, I understand they have to work, but I wouldn’t like being trapped at home alone with a baby while my guys were out working at all hours of the night.
That sounds so lonely.
Shit.
I’d be resentful as hell to be stuck at home while my guys were outhandling business.Maybe I’m just not cut out to be a parent. I like kids. Babies are cute. I had decent role models.
My mom was great.
My biological dad was too.
I had a solid relationship with each of them, and I think they taught me enough that I could fumble my way through parenthood.
I don’t know.
I definitely wouldn’t want to be left to do everything on my own.
It’s scary to think about how quickly things can change.
My mom was always healthy. She had asthma and got bronchitis frequently, but it was mostly under control.
Then she got the flu.
The fuckingflu.
People get the flu every damn day, but she developed pneumonia.
One day I was focused on homecoming and keeping my grades up, never thinking there was a chance she wouldn’t get better.
And the next, she went anddied. It progressed so fast. We didn’t even have time to get used to the idea.
