“No. He wanted to become a prospect but with the shit happening with the CIA at the time and the shift in leadership, I didn’t want anyone new adding to the mess. Wyatt ran into Sven two months ago and he did ask again if he could–” I shake my head. “Let’s just say we all agreed not to add anyone new for the time being.”
Bee gives me a soft smile. “No outsiders you mean? With you guys having enough new…family blood following in the footsteps of the first generation.”
A grin spreads my face. “Yeah. Kray’s twin boys, both prospects now, they start tomorrow. We have enough on our hands with those two.”
“You mean the stray pussy have enough on their hands.” Bee snickers.
I wince at the reminder. “Yeah, let’s not discuss that shit.”
Bee giggles but instantly turns serious when she holds up a piece of paper. “Every single case in this file says the victim is a criminal. Is this why the cases are unsolved? The government think it’s a low priority, one less bad guy on the streets to worry about?”
I shake my head. “Criminal or not, it’s a human life that’s been taken by a killer. Someone out there has blood on their hands and we need to know who it is.”
“Most are tiny drug dealers…hmmm…I see. You want to know if there might have been a bigger fish cleaning the streets to make room for himself. Something like that?”
“Something like that. I have no clue and like you mentioned this one scenario, I’ve tried searching for a few other reasons but couldn’t find any link or reason. These aren’t pressing matters but–”
“But it was Galen’s case he was working on when he died and you want it solved. For his sake,” she easily supplies.
“Yeah,” I croak.
She closes the file and places it back on the table. Standing, Bee stalks over and leans in to give me a kiss as she murmurs against my lips, “We won’t stop until we find out what happened to every single one in this file, okay?”
I’m about to reply but Queenie gives a shrill cry.
“I’ll get her. Why don’t you take a shower and wait for me in bed? I’ll be right there,” she says and it sounds like music to my ears.
Even if I’m tired as hell, I can’t wait to get in bed together. It’s been months of short nights for the both of us and I make a vow right here–right fucking now–I need to divide my tasks and responsibilities better. I could at least try to make it to bed early to have some time together and hold her in my arms. I miss our time together; I miss her. Even if we’re right here.
I’m OCD with handling everything myself but today has been a day with shoving my nose into the fact that life can be over in the blink of an eye. I owe it to my daughter–to my wife–to be there for them. And how can I when I’m juggling a truckload of tasks?
Another thing to add to the agenda tomorrow; handover a few tasks to my VP. It’s been a little over a year since I became the president and I’ve proven my worth, now it’s time to lean on my brothers, knowing we have a solid brotherhood. This is also why the only new blood added to the MC will be guys who are already family.
Second generation Broken Deeds MC since the first generation made loads of offspring to keep it flowing. Though some are too young and still either getting an education or are in training. We handle cases for the government and this means every single one of us should have both working experience as the correct training and education.
Bee starts to walk away but I grab her wrist and pull her against me. “Starting tomorrow I will hand over a few tasks to clear some of my schedule. I’ll make sure to come home earlier every day, okay?”
She taps my president’s patch. “I became yours knowing who you are and what it all entails, Archer. I’m right here. I understand. And I’m not going anywhere.”
My fucking heart rips from my chest to melt with hers. Fuck. She already had it in her hands all her damn life but the kind of solid bond of friendship and understanding we have is rare.
And she needs to know, “I’ll never take you for granted, Bee. Eyes wide open, walking through fire right along with me deserves the same kind of treatment in return.”
“I can think of a treatment or two I would like in return,” she huskily replies but steps away just as fast as she heads for the stairs. “Shower, Archer. And wait for me.”
“Always,” I vow with a damn smile in my voice as I watch her curvy ass sway out of sight.
I make a final round to make sure everything is locked before I head upstairs. Hearing Bee hum a song to our daughter, I stroll into our bedroom and start to undress. It takes a few minutes to take a shower and get ready for bed. But when my head hits the pillow my body can’t live up to the promise of waiting for my woman when I quickly crash into oblivion as sleep overtakes me.
Waking up in an empty bed adds to feeling like an asshole for falling asleep before my woman could join me. I stroll into the bathroom and do my business before I dress and head downstairs where I find Queenie in her playpen.
Leaning in, I take her into my arms and take my time to greet my little queen. She starts to babble and I gently put her back and hand her a rattle, instantly bringing it to her mouth. I spend a few more minutes watching her play before I stalk into the kitchen in search of Bee.
“Coffee?” she questions and holds out a mug for me to take.
I place it on the counter and reach for her instead. Gripping her hips, I drag her close and nuzzle her neck. A sexy as fuck giggle escapes her and it makes me rock hard.
“I could eat you for breakfast,” I murmur against her skin, feeling her shiver at the mere thought of having my mouth on her.
Bee’s fingers slide into my hair, nails raking my skin as she pulls my head back and crashes her mouth to mine. Feverish. Demanding. Starved for my touch as I am for hers. My hands slide to her ass and I pull her closer to press my hard dick against her belly, making sure she knows exactly what she does to me.
I devour the moan vibrating on my tongue and I feel as if our lives would end if I can’t bury myself inside her right this damn second. Reaching between our bodies, I start to open the button of her jeans but there’s loud knocking on the door, interrupting our moment.
“Fucking hell, why now, dammit,” I growl.
“You can say that again,” Bee huffs and closes the button of her jeans. “Drink your coffee while I get the door. We both know it’ll be someone coming for you so you’d better get some caffeine inside you.”
“I’d rather get some of me inside you,” I grumble as she walks out of the kitchen.
Her laughter only makes my dick harder. Releasing another curse, I snatch the mug from the counter and take a few sips of coffee when I see Wyatt stroll into the kitchen.
“VP,” I grunt.
“Prez.” Wyatt shoots me a grin, as if the fucker knows he interrupted something between me and Bee.
Bee strolls into the kitchen with Queenie on her hip.
“Hey, beautiful,” Wyatt coos. “How are you today?”
“Stop fucking flirting with my daughter and state your business,” I grumble.
“Use your dick, don’t be one,” Wyatt snaps back. “I’m here because I wanted to touch base with you about the new case, the one thrown at us yesterday.”