Chapter Thirty-Seven-Delaney

Delaney stood in the kitchen the next morning, making coffee, and feeling anxious. With everything going on, nerves crawled up her spine. She felt as if someone watched her every move, even though no one knew where they were.

So many questions raced through her head. Who killed Patch's mother? Where did Beth get all of that cash? Was Gabriel really behind The South Side like she assumed? And how did Dillon play into everything. Why would he keep being Patch's half-brother such a secret?

Fingers slid down the back of Delaney's arm, and she yelped.

"Calm down," Patch said, sliding an arm around her waist, and burying his mouth into her neck. "You're jumpy."

She scoffed, and turned to face him. If he didn't have that sleepy look in his eyes, and straight out of bed head, she would have smacked him a good one. "I'm just thinking about everything," she said. "I'm nervous."

Patch reached above her and grabbed a coffee cup from the cupboard, and entrapped her against it when he came back