Free Enforcer: Book Four (Princes of Prophecy) by L. Ann Marie Page A

in with her. This is good Brother. She is not easy, but she is worth it.”
    I look at him. Jesus we’ve been together for a fuckin’ day. Moving her down a little lower on my arm I look at her face. She’s relaxed. I hope I don’t ever hear that scream again. “She’s worth it.”
    He walks away with a smile. Shit.
    I’m willing to work to see what us is like, but all in is fuckin’ serious. I’ve thought about us together since she was seventeen. Watching her over the years, nothing changed but how much I admire who she’s become. She’s hard as nails with a smart mouth and deadly aim, but under that she’s soft, funny and full of love. I want that. I have wanted it forever. She was so good with Diego. The day she cried for what he went through at Little Brothers I saw that soft side for the first time. I watched for it from then on.
    She moves her head and I loosen my hold. “We need to stop meeting like this.”
    Her husky voice runs right through me. I laugh and kiss her head. “You like sleeping in my lap, I’m not doing a fuckin’ thing to stop that Greta.”
    She smiles. “Okay and I hate fuckin’ Greta.”
    I smile. “Dakota said what he did worked to a point. The help you get makes it better.” She nods. I’m not telling her about me. I guess we’ll see soon enough if what he says is true. “You good?”
    She smiles. “That’s what Darren, Taylor and Prez ask. Yeah I’m good.”
    I stand her up and walk her back to the bar. I need to talk to Darren about a problem for the Maine run. She talks to Jess and Brantley while I do. This works well. When she’s done she stands by me, but is looking out at the room. I pull her in and I’m fighting a smile as she leans her back against me.
    Darren has me going up for the meet. The problem seems to be storage and he’s already talked to their VP. I need to make sure the new building is accessible to the trucks and see why the guns aren’t moving. This is not a good time for me, but we need this straight before Laconia. We’re dropping a truck and need a clean transition for whoever picks it up. I think it will be Connecticut, but keep that to myself.
    I put my beer down and turn to Sheila. “You want to ride?” I bend asking at her ear.
    “Yeah.” She gives me a shy look that I’ve never seen on her. I don’t throw in a name so that look stays right there.
    I put her beer on the bar and take her hand. Prez slaps my back as I walk by. I throw him chin glad to be getting out of there. Every Brother watches every move I make with her. I knew they were protective, but fuck.

Chapter Five 
Three days 
Sheila 
    I open my eyes and smile. I slept again. Dakota is the man. I hear Jax in the shower and know it's his morning with Trapper. I get up quick and get in the other bathroom. When I come out I make coffee and have his cup ready just as he walks out. “Morning sunshine.”
    I smile. “Sunshine isn't going to work for me. Morning.”
    He sits and pulls me down on his lap. “You slept straight through.”
    “Yeah.”
    “I'm meeting Trapper then I'm on the run to Maine. I'm glad you're sleeping all night. It throws relief knowing you're not drinking yourself into a stupor to sleep while I'm gone.”
    I laugh. I drank for more than a year and no one noticed. “No stupors.”
    “Good to know sweet cheeks.”
    I crack up. “Fuckin’ sweet cheeks better not stick.” He smiles with his eyes shining and I want to sigh. Him holding me all night puts ideas in my head, but I'm not sure how this will all play out. I like that he treats me like a woman and it’s not just for sex. Brothers never do this shit with me. They treat me like one of the boys, with sex as a bonus. Just a release, then we're back to Brothers.
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Jax 
    “I need to go, I have to shower and get Stella up to Providence again.” She stands up and I just barely hold the groan in. She's in those fuckin’ jeans again, at least in cargos I'm not seeing the perfect shape of