Wolf grabs my phone out of my leather pocket and I place him onto the ground to run toward Ruby as I ease back into the crowd, lost with Royce on one side, Khaos on the other, and three other brothers from the Chicago chapter that stayed on under my hand. There are another three hanging back at the clubhouse, and two on security near our bikes. There’s a complete flip to two worlds standing here. The mafia and the MC. I know I’m on the right side.

“You got a plan, brother?” Royce whispers.

I nod. “I do, but you’re not gonna like it.”

“Motherfucker, Jade is going to eat my dick on a platter for the next month if I don’t make my way home, so we’re gonna need to hurry this along.”

“I know,” I say. “It’s just trying to get her away from all of that.” Both him and Khaos turn as I say the words.

“Yeah… good luck with that.”

“Don’t need luck. I need to find a fucking skull head.” Wolf comes running back to me, handing me my phone. “And you need to give Lion a heads-up. We might need more men.”

“Done.”

I have a plan, but I know that once it all unravels, I’ll lose her forever. Possibly even my son, but it is worth it because then those who deserve it can be punished.

Chapter Twenty-Two

I skip the wake and let Mikhail drive us home. The silence is killing me, and part of me wants to know why he’s still agreeing to marry me after all this time. Is his male pride really that fragile?

Possibly.

“You don’t have to come in.” He pulls up to the front of the hotel, rounding the valet area and putting the gear into park.

“I know. Just so we’re clear, the wedding is in two weeks.” I reach for the handle, eager to get out of his car.

“Yes, Mik. I just buried my mother, but sure.” Pushing the door open, I slam it closed and flip him off when he drives away. I make my way through the foyer, seeing Val standing near the reception desk, waiting for me.

“I thought I told you not to flirt with the staff?” I smile at the young girl behind the desk as he comes up beside me.

We start making our way to the elevators. “She’s hot. Sorry, can’t help myself.”

“Leave the poor girl alone.”

The doors separate and we step through. Once they close again, Val breaks the silence. “Are you actually okay?”

“I am.” I adjust my handbag on my shoulder. “Having Wicked back and co-parenting with him has made it easier too.”

“Just… co-parenting?” Val wiggles his brows at me and before I can answer, the doors are opening onto my penthouse.

Stepping through the kitchen, Wicked and Wolf are relaxed on the couch.