Chapter 1
Fox
“Is it safe to come in?” Rider’s voice calls through the flimsy trailer door and I can’t help but roll my eyes at Nitro as we cuddle on the couch.
“Fuck off Rider! You had no problem watching us fuck club girls together before.”
“Yeah, but you weren’t fucking each other. Or kissing and being all disgustingly in love. I’m not above watching fucking, but I draw the line at love! I’m already surrounded as it is and now that I only have one nipple…”
He drifts off and I get up with a sigh, listening to Rider spout shit about having a bullet hole in his ass and a single, lonely nipple. I throw the door open in time to hear him tell me he’s basically disabled.
“Is there a reason for this visit? Or did you just want to bitch about your missing body part?”
He flips the bird at me, before remembering why the fuck he’s darkening my doorstep. “Marx wants you and Nitro. Moss is here.”
Nitro huffs behind me, but moves to get up from our little nest of throw blankets and cushions. I don’t even care if anyonethinks it makes us look camp or anything. Tav is the one who decorated our trailer and that guy really knows comfort.
I ignore Rider as I take Nitro’s hand and we walk together from our trailer, down the short path to the clubhouse. If Marx is meeting with Moss then he’ll be in the front room that he’s been using as his office. Knocking twice I wait for his gruff “come in” before opening the door and poking my head in.
“You wanted to see us?”
“Yeah, come on in.”
Nitro leads the way, pulling a chair out for me, before taking his own. “So, what we got?” He asks, taking the lead.
“Hitchens has put in for three days off starting tomorrow,” Moss starts, reporting on one of the men who was most definitely on the old Sheriff’s payroll. One of the men who attacked our old clubhouse, not only destroying it, but also almost taking me out in the process.
“What do we care about his days off?” Nitro grouses.
“It coincides with chatter the Computa’s have found. There’s a shipment coming through the ports tonight. If I were the type of man who was involved, I’d imagine I’d take three days off to divvy up and distribute the goods,” Marx informs us.
“Tonight? That’s short notice,” Nitro says, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees.
“Brother, you know Wire and his crew are working as fast as they can to shut this shit down. But these fuckers are like rats. Shifty, fucking changing plans every two days just to work around the feds and now us, since we started putting a stop to their bullshit.”
“So, what’s the plan?” I look between Marx and Moss, knowing full well that they’ve already put a plan in place. Hopefully one so damn good that we can stop working for the PD and get back to our day jobs.
“Chewy is going to intercept the trade with her FBI contacts, but we’ll need you two to watch the fallout.” Marx says.
“I’ve scheduled you on to the same shift as Hitchens. If he’s going to slip or make any sort of fuck up, surely it’ll be then.”
“On it boss,” I grin at him, before giving Marx an even bigger shit-eating grin.
“Get outta here. You’re on night shift tonight, so I’m sure you’ll need your beauty sleep.” Marx adds, dismissing us.
I give Marx a chin lift before following Nitro out of the office, only stopping to give Mama Debs a kiss on the cheek and to steal a muffin.
“Hey!Haere atu!Get out of my muffins you bloody bugger!” Mama Debs squawks, flicking me with a dish towel.
“Sorry Mama! I was starving!” I laugh as I run out of the kitchen to catch up to my man.
“So, we’re on shift tonight, any idea on how to pass the time?” Nitro asks, leading me into the trailer we’ve lived in since I got shot.
“I have a few ideas.” I kick the door behind me and stalk my man.
We have a few hours free before work and I plan on using every, single one of them.
Jasmine
