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However, he still chooses to help me out. A half hour later, Armor arrives on his hog with Tomcat and Dice close behind. Nomad rolls up soon after in his SUV. A few minutes later, Goose, Smokey, Walla Walla, and Yagger ride down the street. I meet the group at the driveway while Xenia packs her pans in a box left over from her recent move.
“I hit up the sheriff to send out one of his people,” Armor explains as he runs a hand through his dark red hair and frowns at Velma peeking at us through her front window. “I want a report made of the assault. That way, if Velma starts shit later about Xenia not paying rent or destroying property, we’ll have a paper trail to show she’s a lying bitch.”
Feeling like I let down my woman, I mutter, “Xenia’s going to have a black eye. It’s already swelling.”
“From a broom? That’s the craziest shit,” Armor says and shakes his head. “We’ve never had issues with Velma before.”
“She wanted Xenia to date her grandson. Knowing Xenia would rather fuck me broke the old bitch’s brain,” I spit out.
Armor’s blue eyes study me. “This thing is more than fucking, right? We’re moving her into the Pigsty. That’s not something we do for hookup pussy.”
Cracking my neck, I hate feeling on the spot. Armor’s hard gaze offers me no escape. He’s in his VP mode. He got the name Armor by protecting Ruin. But the name also fits how he is when on alert. Wade Palmer wraps his heart and soul in a protective layer, letting nothing close. Right now, I feel like he’s a stranger rather than an old friend. Since that’s how he operates, I never take it personally.
“She’s mine, Armor,” I mutter before the others get close enough to hear. “If I lost her, I’d walk into the woods and never come back out. Get it?”
Armor’s hard expression never cracks as he nods. “I get it.”
I believe he does. Armor and Goose grew up in a shitty shack for a house. They had more bruises than money. The same scorn dumped on Kourtney and me landed on the redheaded siblings.
I still figured they were lucky. Their mom might be a loser, but she loved her kids. I don’t think my mom ever considered me a person. She was too far gone before I was born. I doubt she ever viewed my tears as anything more than a message from the “other side.”
Now, Armor has himself a real pretty, soft woman. They live in a big Spanish-style house. Their boy is walking and says basic shit like “mama” and “dada.” I see how much Armor likes when his woman and kid are nearby. He might not be a warm man, but there’s no armor around his heart for them.
I wonder if I can change for Xenia. Right now, she looks fully freaked out by the sight of us all walking toward her. Over the last few days, with her riding my hog and my dick, I’d started forgetting how Xenia’s a tame chick with her heart set on a wild man. She’s got no taste for violence or a group of tatted people entering her private space.
Xenia seems shellshocked as we stop in front of her. I ought to take control. She’s my woman. This situation is partly my fault.
Except that’s never been my role when the others are around. I keep watch, seeing what the others miss. Today, I can’t break free of my habit of standing back and studying the scene.
“I brought a cat carrier,” Nomad announces, lifting his large hand where the container dangles.
Based on her wide eyes, I sense this is the first time Xenia’s seen the club’s enforcer before. Landry and the kids have come by but never Nomad. She takes in the sight of his massive build before zeroing in on the carrier. A smile warms her face.
“Rose the Cat won’t be happy to get in that.”
“I’ll do it,” Armor says, taking it from Nomad. “I got Landry’s cat in the carrier.”
“Be gentle,” Nomad grumbles. “This one just had kittens.”
“Doyouwant to do it?” Armor barks at Nomad.
Nomad looks at his massive hands, likely assuming he’ll hurt the cats. Instead, he shakes his head and mutters, “I’m not looking to get scratched.”
“I have an oven mitt,” Xenia offers and then frowns. “That probably won’t help.”
“Can’t hurt,” Armor says.
After Xenia brings him the oven mitt, Armor reaches into the small dog house. He can’t get a grip on the squirming, hissing cat. Getting impatient, Armor takes off the mitt. The cat immediately proceeds to fuck up his hand.
“I’ve got peroxide,” Xenia says.
Her bottle is nearly empty by the time we get the cat in the carrier. After her brother fails, Goose tries to grab the animal but quickly gives up. Nomad reaches in, sees the kittens, hesitates long enough for Rose the Cat to bite down hard on his hand.
With me silent and brooding next to her, Xenia mends their wounds as each member goes down. I’m about to take charge when Walla Walla get his big idea.
“Tap at the back of the house,” he tells me.
I crouch behind the dog house and draw Rose the Cat’s attention. While she’s hissing at my shadow, Walla Walla reaches in and seizes the back of her neck. The cat loses her shit, flailing around and hissing until she’s literally foaming at the mouth. But we get her inside the carrier, where she wails.
