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“Thanks, Savage,” Kill said. He made his way back through the crowd and chanced a look back to find that Repo, Ryder, and Savage had effectively blocked his parole officer’s view of the back of the bar.
“Hey guys,” Savage shouted over the crowd and music. “This guy here is looking for Cillian James. Anyone see him around tonight?” Kill smiled to himself knowing that no one would come forward and admit to seeing him, even if they had. It was part of their code and one that could mean being stripped of their patch and put on probation. The guys took loyalty to their club very seriously and even though he wasn’t a patched member, Kill knew that included him.
There was a soft murmur in the bar and Kill knew he was good. Savage would keep Hart talking and Kill would be long gone before he got bored and gave up. His probation officer had no clue what he was up against but Kill had a feeling Savage would help him figure it out.
“Sorry man,” Savage shouted at the guy. “But, as I said, Cillian isn’t here.” Kill walked out the back door and found his bike. He popped the clutch and rolled it away down the road, not wanting to draw attention to himself with the hum of the motor. When he decided he was far enough away from the bar, he started her up and started for home. He was going to have to talk the plan over with Viv but he was pretty sure she’d be on board with it. It was a promise he made her when she agreed to be his wife. He would keep her in the loop and she’d never have a reason to distrust him.
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He found her asleep on their sofa and sat down on the edge of the seat, leaning over her body to kiss her forehead. She had no idea how much he loved her. Hell, they hadn’t even given each other the words yet. He knew she loved him too. Kill could see it in her eyes every time she looked at him but he wouldn’t force her to say it. Viv had agreed to be his wife and that was enough—for now.
Vivian stretched and smiled up at him. “You’re back,” she said, her voice groggy from sleep. “What time is it?”
“It’s just past six,” he said, checking his watch. “Did Jackson Hart show up here tonight?” Kill asked. Viv sat up and looked a little green. “Lay back down, Love,” he ordered.
She did as he ordered and smile at him. “I like my new nickname,” she said.
“Nickname?” he asked.
“Yeah, you’ve started calling me, ‘Love’.” Kill nodded, not wanting to get into all that right now.
“Good,” he said, gently kissing her lips. “You’re still queasy?” he questioned.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I read that Saltine crackers might help with that though.”
“I’ll run to the store and pick some up, along with dinner,” he offered.
“Thanks,” Viv said. “And, to answer your question, no. Your parole officer hasn’t been here tonight,” she said. “Why?”
God, he hated that he was going to have to worry her, but he promised his honesty. “He showed up to Savage Hell, while I was there. I think he’s following me, Viv. I can’t explain it but it feels like the guy has it out for me.”
“Shit,” she said, trying to sit up again. Kill pushed her back down and held her there.
“No,” he barked. “Stay put. I didn’t want to worry you, but I promised to tell you the truth, no matter what.”
“I appreciate that, Cillian,” she whispered. “Did he see you at the bar?” He hated the worry and fear in her blue eyes, he saw staring back at him.
“Nope,” Kill said. He smiled remembering the runaround Savage gave the guy. “Savage and the guys had my back and I got out of there unnoticed.”
“Thank fuck,” Viv said.
Kill gently palmed her little belly. “You know—when this little one gets here, we’re both going to have to watch our swearing.” Viv giggled and nodded. “We can’t have his first word being, ‘fuck’.”
“Or, ‘feck’,” Viv countered.
“Fair enough, Love,” he said. “You get some more rest and I’ll run to the store. I’ll be back in two shakes,” he promised. Viv nodded and cuddled down into the sofa. He covered her with the blanket she kept thrown over the back of the couch and she yawned.
“When you get back, you’re going to tell me about your meeting,” she said. “I know you’re avoiding telling me, Cillian, but I’m strong enough to handle this,” Viv promised.
“When I get back,” he promised. “Just rest now,” he said. He stood over her until Viv closed her eyes. She was right, he was avoiding worrying her. He had done enough of that in the last ten minutes. What his woman needed now as sleep and Saltine crackers and that was exactly what she was going to get.
