I roll my eyes, because of course he doesn’t know her fucking name. Why would he? She’s a thin blonde, the opposite of what he usually goes for. “Sammy,” I answer for him.
“Got a surname on this Sammy?” Wire asks, eyes on his laptop, fingers poised.
“Sammy Cosgrove,”
Wire grunts once, then I notice the smirk on Remy’s face, then Chewy’s. Looks like the race is on. We all watch as the glow of their laptops light up their faces from below.
“Found her!” Chewy yells out in triumph, then fist bumps Pops who is peering over her shoulder.
“Samantha “Sammy” Cosgrove is twenty-seven, is separated from a douche bag husband, and seems to like older men.” She frowns at the screen.
“How much older?” I ask, intrigued.
“Twenty years older. Seems she’s been sending and receiving texts from someone named… Matthew Thompson?” Wire says, Remy looking over his shoulder, brows pinched.
“Huh,” I tilt my head, catching Nitro’s eye, holding his gaze. That’s a name we both know, and up until now, weren’t worried about.
“What’s that ‘huh’ for? You know him?”
“Not sure if it’s the same one, but Matthew Thompson was a CO for one of the other fire teams when we were deployed. Ruthless bastard, and shady as fuck.”
“I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him,” Nitro growls.
“I’ll look into him,” Wire says, eyes not leaving his laptop screen.
“How deep do these messages go?” Judge asks, hands resting on Kaia’s waist as she leans against his chest.
Rider leans over to read Wire’s screen, eyes widening. “Well, about as deep as his average cock can go I’d say judging by the texts and the pictures of said cock posed next to a coke can,” he snorts, face lighting up with glee.
“Well, I guess that leaves you, Fox, to try and get on her good side. Find out what she knows.” Marx says, voice like gravel.
I stare at him in confusion. “Why me?”
“Because Nitro doesn’t have the same charm,” Mira answers, as if it’s obvious. Catching the glances of the brothers she sighs, and gets comfortable on Tank’s lap. “Nitro is the bad boy of the two of you. Dark, broody, growly. While sexy, it’s a threatening kind of sexy. You, on the other hand, are the light, fun one. You lure the ladies in with your charm. Then you both romance the ladies, Nitro all dirty and dangerous, you smoothing the way. Then you all fall in love with some amazing woman who can handle the two of you and can soothe both of your personalities and bam! We have another Ol Lady!” She claps her hands excitedly. “Oh, but not this Sammy woman, she sounds like a baddy.”
I stare at her, before looking at my Pres. “See? Simple,” Marx says with a shit eating grin.
I swallow. “I’ll see what I can do.”
I look at Nitro who smirks back. “As long as you keep your dick in your pants and come home to me I aint got a problem on how you get info out of Sammy.”
I nod, ignoring the jeers of my brothers and the laughter of the Ol Ladies. Home. That is what Nitro is to me, and I will make sure that with all that I am I will be home to him too. Me and Jazz. Once I win them both over, of course.
Jasmine
“And then, those lovely DRMC boys, the ones that you work with, Moss? They helped me with all of my shopping. Such lovely boys! Without them we wouldn’t have this delicious meal, with all our family gathered.” Mom beams at us all around the table and I try to ignore my father’s eyeroll.
We’ve been having big family meals, every Sunday, just like this since I was born. I’m pretty certain Mom could have handled her shopping just fine without those two do- gooding hotties.
“AND, there are two of them. And I have two very beautiful,verysingle daughters right here at this table!” Mom claps and grins scarily wide at me and Lily.
Lil shakes her head so vigorously she has to be dizzy. “Oh no, don’t look at me. I have, um, study and, ah, other things to concentrate on.” I turn to stare at her and I’m sure I’m not the only person who can see the flush on her tan cheeks.
“One daughter Mom,” Violet interrupts, staring at her daughter as she feeds her a bite of Mom’s “mild” chilli. Truth be told, Juno is doing a fine job on it. She even looks less grumpy than usual.
“What do you mean,mija?” Mom tilts her head to the side.
“Fox and Nitro aretogether,together. But I know that they also like to, ah, spend time with women together.” Violet shifts in her seat and I catch Jules’ lips roll between his teeth, clearly amused by his fiance’s discomfort.
