Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(55)

Despite all that had happened, all the pain and heartache and rage it caused me, I was madly in love with Furore, and deep down, I didn’t exactly hate Tirone.

Laius bent, meeting my gaze, his an equal amount of menace and fury. “I don’t care what you call me. Fuck, I don’t even care if you hate me. You’ll never leave me again or be with another guy until the day you die. You’re mine, Jo, and you’ll fucking stay that way forever.”

I didn’t know if I should run for the hills or bow at his feet and beg him to take me and let me drown in everything he had to give me no matter how dark it was going to get.

He tipped my chin up with his finger. “Give me the name of your shitty ex so I can get it over with.”

“He’s a kid, Laius.”

“Not anymore.”

“I will if you promise me you won’t kill him. Scare him away but don’t kill him.” He probably wouldn’t hurt him anyway. Tirone was one of them, or, at least, the son of one. MC people valued their brotherhood more than anything.

“The name, Jo.”

I’d have to tell him sooner or later since I’d become a part of the Night Skulls. The tattoo on my ass made it so. But why could he not just promise me he wouldn’t end Tirone’s life? I couldn’t be responsible for that. If I could, I’d have killed him myself or told Michele to do it.

Michele. What if my call went through and he heard what happened and figured I was kidnapped? He’d look for me and if he found out Laius did it, shit would hit the fan. Fuck.

A knock on the door stopped my unhinged train of thoughts.

“The fuck! I said no one interrupts me!” Laius shouted.

“It’s important, Prez. Cover your ass cause I gotta come in.”

He jabbed a finger at me. “We’re not done.” He gathered my panties and jeans off the hardwood floor and threw them at me. Then he pulled his own jeans up and zipped it.

I covered myself, taking notice of the room. My wig was on a chair in a corner. My contact case on the nightstand. Every piece of furniture in the room was black. Red wallpaper everywhere. Riding gear scattered on the floor, the tiny dresser and poked out of a wardrobe. Tattoo equipment was still on the bed. There was a door on the left which I assumed was the bathroom door.

“Where’s my purse?” I fastened the hook of the wig and combed the hair with my fingers. “The solution for my contacts is in it.”

“No time.” He gave me a pair of pilot sunglasses. “Put these on.”

I did as he opened the door. Fort came in, a shit eating grin on his face. “Howdy, doll. Had a nice nap?”

“What’s so fucking important?” Laius fumed.

Fort nodded his head to the side. “Guess who just pulled up by the gates?”

“I don’t have time for games, Fort. Spit it out.”

“Rex.”

My head jerked toward them, and Laius’s lips were curving on the corner with a smile. I smiled, too, happy for him. Finally, his prodigal son returned.

“Get him in. I’ll be right out.” Laius shut the door behind Fort and pulled me into a bear hug. “I love you. This wouldn’t have happened without you.”

“What did I do?”

“The letter. When I went to give it to him, he wasn’t home. His mother took it from me, and I lost all hope. I thought she’d never give it to him, but then after I found out you were gone, I headed back to Rosewood to get my shit and send my men after you. There, I found this.” He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and gave it to me. “He wrote me back.”

“That’s amazing.” I took the letter. “You should go. Be the first to receive him.”

“You wait here, okay. I’ll get him settled in, and then I’ll introduce you.”

“Wait, you told him about me?”

“I called him this morning after the brothers brought you home. I thought it’d be better that way, to be upfront about us so he’d know beforehand what awaited him here.”

“Okay. What did he say?”

“He said he was old enough to know I wasn’t keeping my dick in my pants all those years, and he was okay with it. Then he told me, when I was done with you, to give you to him so he could show you what a good dicking was really like.”

My jaw dropped. “What the… When you told me he wasn’t very nice, you weren’t exaggerating.”

He laughed. “It’s just a joke. That’s how I knew he was okay with it for real. And he’s here, Jo. He really is here, thanks to you.”

“I’m so happy for you, Laius.”

“Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

“Sure. Just go.”

He kissed me and dashed away. I was so happy for him. Finally, we were receiving some good news. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I unfolded the paper and started reading.

I know you all, and will a while uphold

The unyoked humour of your idleness.

Yet herein will I imitate the sun,

Who doth permit the base contagious clouds

To smother up his beauty from the world,

That when he please again to be himself,

Being wanted he may be more wondered at

By breaking through the foul and ugly mists

Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.