Curses of “motherfucker” go around the table.
“Do you think she’ll trust you enough to help her get out of there before she shares anything she may know?” Gus asks, brows furrowed.
Marx runs a hand down his beard, “What are you thinking?”
“The Keep.”
The Keep has become a haven of sorts since Dex was sent to Louisiana to start the DRMC new chapter. With the Landry brothers, Flack, TumTum, Sniper and Chef in tow, we now have an ally three hours over state lines and also the perfect place to hide an abused wife and her daughter.
“It’ll have to be a well planned extraction,” Rhodie starts, “she’ll need to start putting together a go bag, her documents and shit.”
“All while not letting the fucker know something is up,” Rider adds.
“It’s also the most dangerous fucking time for a woman in her situation,” I add, blowing out a breath. I’ve seen what happens when a piece of shit realizes he’s about to lose his punching bag.
Switch nods solemnly. He sees women desperate to leave in the emergency room on a weekly basis. We all know what’s at stake.
“We can’t leave her in that home; sooner or later, he’s going to go too far,” I murmur, the only thing keeping me from losing my shit is Fox’s gaze on mine. I know what that feels like too, after watching the same shit happen in my childhood home.
“I’ll see what I can do. I have her coming in for follow up appointments when I’m filling in at the medical center in town. Figured it was the best way to keep an eye on her,” Switch concedes.
“Good work, brother,” Marx says, dipping his chin. “Well, we may not be smooth sailing at the moment, but this is nothing we can’t deal with. Fox and Nitro, keep on poking around at the PD and giving street punks warnings-”
“Don’t forget the little ole grannies and their lost kitties,” Rider adds with a grin.
“That’s the fire service, you dumbass,” Tank mutters under his breath earning an outraged gasp from Rider.
“Imma dismiss Church before you fuckers start fighting,” Marx growls before banging his fist on the wall. “Get outta here!”
Rider jumps up so fast he knocks his chair over, giggling as Tank chases him from the room.
“I really wish he would get his ass locked down by a spitfire of a woman who won’t put up with his shit,” Marx mutters.
“Don’t worry Pres, I bet when he falls, it’ll be like a ton of bricks.” Tav says, slapping a hand on Marx’s shoulder.
“I can’t fucking wait. I have bets on it,” Jules says mysteriously before he slips out of the room.
Of course he does. I don’t blame him. Rider, Switch and Mad Dog are the only single brothers. Bets have been flying around for the past few weeks, ever since Judge was taken off the market. In some ways I’m fucking happy that Fox and I don’t have to put up with that shit, but at the same time, it still feels like there is something, or someone, missing.
“Thank fuck we don’t have to put up with that shit anymore.” Fox mutters, resting his hand on my hip. I huff and lean into him, his lean body taking some of my weight. “When we find our woman it will be without all this drama.”
“You think we’ll find her?” I ask, turning to look at him.
He searches my face, and I know what he’s looking for. “Babe, she’s definitely out there, and like me she won’t give a shit where you came from. She’ll love you, just like I do.”
“Yeah, but if we find someone who loves you and she doesn’t want me-”
He stops me with his lips on mine, hard, stealing my breath before pulling away. “None of that. You are worthy of more than just my love, Zane. Don’t you fucking forget that.”
My throat clogs as it always does when he calls me by my name. “I won’t,” I whisper.
“Good, otherwise I’ll tan your ass,” his hard gaze turns salacious, “in fact, I think I might anyway. Get that ass upstairs.”
I roll my eyes and try to hide my smile. He’s a good man, and he - we - deserve a good woman. Now to get this shit with the PD sorted out so we can concentrate on finding her.
Chapter 3
Jasmine
