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Shivering now because of the cold, she reluctantly agreed. She wanted all that he said too.All that plus some.
CHAPTER16
RUBBLE
The neon signoutside the bar and tattoo parlor blinked statically. The bulbs needed to be replaced. Rubble sent a text message to Brewer, reminding him it needed to be done as soon as possible. With all the new business thanks to the winter games, the club couldn’t afford to lose any due to faulty bulbs. He’d checked in on every one of the club’s businesses since leaving Jupiter at the clubhouse.All except one.
Turning on his toes, he headed to the garage. Since he spent the whole day watching over Yasmina and Jupiter, his duties at the shop went unattended. Flipping on a light, he made his way to the office and the mess of paperwork on the desk. It all made sense to him, which was the only reason no one dared touch it.
Rubble sank into the chair and tapped the wireless mouse until the computer screen lit up begrudgingly. He didn’t mind playing security guard for the bakery. In fact, he rather enjoyed seeing how Jupiter interacted with the customers and how determined her face got when she baked.
There was something special about her that went beyond the physical. Sure, she was drop-dead gorgeous even with newly cut and dyed hair that didn’t do her justice in his opinion. But there was another quality about the stunning woman that made his stomach somersault every time she glanced his direction. He glared at the growing erection in his jeans, willing it to subside.Not now.
He started clicking along the keyboard, ensuring orders were filled for the next day’s jobs. During the day, Kevlar ran the shop. The two kept in constant contact about the inner workings, new repairs, and the prospects working on the vehicles. So far, they had a decent group. Dealing with prospects was all part of club life. Most ended up patching, but he’d cut a few loose over the years.
Shaking his head, Rubble focused on the job at hand. Once he got caught up, he could go back to the clubhouse where Jupiter was hanging out with Dolly and the rest of the gang. Seeing her again shouldn’t make his palms sweaty. But it did.Every damn time.These sensations were all new to him. He didn’t get attached to women.They’re nothing but trouble.He ran a hand over his beard. Except now, he didn’t care about the possible trouble. Not when Jupiter was involved.
“Rubble, you in here?”
Rubble glanced toward the dark shop, recognizing Kevlar’s voice. “In the office.”
Heavy boots clomped through the garage until Kevlar and Nikita stood in the doorway. “You missed dinner again.”
He shrugged. “Gotta catch up on shit.” He went back to typing, fully aware of Kevlar’s head shake.
“Loosen up, brother. Everything’s taken care of here.” Kevlar leaned against the door. “We both know you’re looking for ways to stay away from a certain cute baker.”
Rubble flipped through the stack of orders, keying in their codes on the computer. “No, I’m making sure Macha’s taken care of, Kevlar.”
“Mhm, sure.” Nikita said, plopping into the chair across the table. “I heard back from my analyst about that certain cute baker and her past.”
This got Rubble’s full attention. He saved the last order and leaned back. “Well? What’d you find out?”
Nikita’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She was one hell of an FBI agent even if it took him a bit of time to fully appreciate the kind of trouble she brought to the MC.
“Lyle’s one evil motherfucker,” Nikita started, fishing out her phone and reading from it. “Looks like there’s a history of domestic abuse all over the board. He’s never been charged, though. All his indiscretions were wiped away by one of the judges in Texas. From our research, it looks like the judge is an old family friend.”
That didn’t surprise him. From what he’d gleaned from Jupiter, her ex’s family wasn’t one to trifle with. “What else?”
“Lots of sketchy overseas transactions.” Nikita turned her phone around to show him the open FBI and CIA files on the man soon to be out of Jupiter’s life. “He’s sneaky. Plenty of offshore accountants to shuffle the money around, but multiple agencies have been working on nailing this guy for years. They’re close too.”
“How can we make sure that happens?” Sweat lined Rubble’s brow. He needed this guy gone for Jupiter’s sake, but there was a selfish factor as well. With Lyle put away, Jupiter was free. He swallowed hard at the possibility that Jupiter may just decide to leave Snowshoe behind and his broken heart with it.
Nikita stood and linked her arm around Kevlar’s waist. “We gotta wait.”
“That’s bullshit.”
She shrugged. “That’s all we can do, Rubble. If the FBI or CIA gets too close, Lyle will scrub all open deviances and we’ll be shit outta luck.” She offered him a sad smile. “It’s not what you wanna hear but give us some time. We’ll get this bastard.”
Kevlar nodded. “Don’t worry, brother, Jupiter will be safe.”
“Thanks.” Rubble pushed back from the desk, resigning himself to the fact that they’d all have to be patient. “What’s going on over there?” he asked, hoping to get his mind off the temporary dead-end.
Nikita grinned. “Hawk’s teaching Jupiter how to play billiards.”
The thought of Hawk touching Jupiter in any way gnawed at Rubble’s gut. “What was for dinner?” He wasn’t hungry in the slightest, but if he were about to watch another man be close to Jupiter, he’d need something to shove in his mouth to keep quiet.
“Cavatelli, garlic knots, and salad.”
