Walk Through Fire (Chaos, #4)(111)

“Did you know that was Chaos all along?” she asked.

“What do you think?” he asked back.

“But Tack wasn’t the leader then,” she pointed out.

“Something drew him to the Club, just like me. Greed infested it. Politics tarnished it. Power plays shook it. But the foundation of the Club stayed strong and it wasn’t just Tack who kept it that way.”

She said nothing.

So he did.

“Millie, I know this is a surprise but I also know, you dig deep, it also isn’t.”

“It’s a lot to take in,” she told him.

“It’s history.”

Another head jerk as she took the bottom-line truth of that in.

And High felt relief when her body relaxed slightly on top of his.

“I can’t believe Black’s gone,” she whispered.

“Walk into the Compound, look to the bar, think I’ll see him sittin’ there. To this day. So I can’t believe it either. And givin’ it all to you, I know it’s a lot, I’m still gonna say, like every brother that was there, I hope like f*ck it was my bullet who ended Crank.”

She stared at him, right into his eyes, hers again bright, and she replied, “I kinda hope that too.”

She’d loved Black.

She’d also loved Keely.

And she wore designer threads and lived in a fancy-ass pad.

But Millie Cross was born an old lady.

Fuck, she was born to be his old lady.

So she got it.

High loosened his hold on her and started to stroke her back.

“Keely’s gonna be glad to have you back,” he told her quietly.

“She still hang with the Club?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No, baby. She gets her cut of Club income every month like Black was still alive. Boz’s ex, Bev, who he married then divorced after you were gone, was tight with Keely. Bev sticks close. Brothers take turns doin’ shit for the boys when they need a man. We stay as close as she lets us. But Black ended and when he did, Keely ended too.”

“I know that feeling.”

He knew she did.

“Makes the fact we got a second chance one we gotta be sure we don’t f*ck up,” he returned.

She relaxed into him more. “Yeah.”

“You had enough?” he asked, and she tensed again.

“There’s more?” she asked.

He stopped stroking, slid his fingers out of her hair, and wrapped her up in both his arms.

“No, beautiful,” he answered.

“Thank God,” she mumbled.

He grinned because that was cute.

But mostly he did it because she took it. She didn’t freak out, burst into tears, break down, have a drama.

It was ugly.

She took it all.

She stuck close.

That was done.

The tough part over.

Now their only obstacle was Zadie, and his baby girl would come around.

He drew in a deep breath and let it out.

Millie focused on him and returned her hand to his neck, curling it around.

“That was hard on you,” she noted.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“I’m out of practice being an old lady,” she told him, and he felt his lips curl up again.

“You’ll get it back.”

“What I mean is...” She looked to the TV and back to him. “I did hook up with an outlaw. I fell in love immediately with a man who did the same with me, didn’t hide it, let it shine, showed he was proud of it, and I had that. It was mine. He gave it to me. And I knew it was precious. So I didn’t care. I didn’t care what made you. I didn’t care what you did when you were away from me. I only cared what you did when I had you and the feeling you left when you weren’t with me. And I did it knowingly. Part of that was knowing it might be wrong. But I loved you so much, all of me didn’t care if it was.”

Oh yeah.

Fuck yeah.

Millie Cross was made to be his old lady.

His voice was gruff when he asked, “That change at all?”

She shot his question of earlier back at him.

“What do you think?”

She was on him, touching him, looking right into his eyes.

It hadn’t changed at all.

He turned, rolling her to her back, declaring, “Gonna f*ck you now.”

She slid her hand back down to his chest and pushed. “Then let’s go to bed.”

“Gonna f*ck you here.”

Her brows shot up. “And maybe leave a wet spot on the couch?” she asked in horrified disbelief.

He put his mouth to hers. “Baby, it happens, it’ll clean.”

“Eww,” she replied.

Fuck, back in the day, his girl swallowed.

He was looking forward to finding out if she was still down with that.

But if she takes him down her throat, she could not have an issue with cleaning him off the couch.

He wasn’t going to get into that. He was done talking about that shit. It’d take about ten seconds to make her forget about it.

So he went about doing that and took her mouth.

Though, he found out he was wrong.

It only took five seconds.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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