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I notice her accent has thickened, and that she’s slipped into a more broken English than she had been speaking earlier. “She’s lucky to have a friend like you. But I knew from the moment I saw her she wasn’t a hit-it-and-quit-it type of girl. She’s ours.”
“Agreed, knew Spitfire wasn’t that type of girl either. She’s the one for us,” Dragon says.
Sasha narrows her eyes as she looks between us. “Make sure stays that way or I’ll make good on threat.?? ????????.”
She slides off the railing and walks back around to the front of the house. As we turn around, Alexei’s leaning against the railing, flipping a knife and Dragon curses.
“Fuck’s sake, you two are like ninjas.”
“Us three like ninja’s,” he says as he gestures to Levi as well. Like Sasha, his accent has thickened as well.
“You do her wrong, break her heart, and they won’t be your only nightmares. I’ll be helping hide your bodies. That’s what?????do.” With that, he looks at Levi one last time before heading inside.
“Damn, brother. Think we need to learn Russian.”
Dragon grunts in agreement as we turn back toward Levi as she continues to throw.
After a while, she pauses and stares at the ground with her hands on her hips. She shakes her head and stalks toward the tree. She sheathes her knives and I decide to take a chance. Hopefully, I won’t find a knife in my body as a result.
When I clear my throat and her head whips toward me. “Need a break, Wildcat?”
I raise a beer and after a moment, she nods before grabbing her bag and making her way to the deck. I hand her the beer and she cracks it open. As she takes a long draw, I try to gauge how she’s holding up. Her eyes still have that haunted look, but there was also determination shining through.
“How you doin’, Spitfire?” Dragon asks.
She shrugs as she takes another long drink before setting the beer, now half empty, down on the banister and starts taking off the sheaths that run across her back along with the pouches on her waist before tucking them into her backpack. It doesn’t escape my notice that she keeps on the ones that’re strapped to her thighs. Fuck, that’s still sexy as shit.
“As well as I can be after reliving that shit and seeing most of what was in that box. Among other things.”
She picks her bottle back up and drains the last half of her beer quickly, which tells me the rest of how well she’s handling this. She’s probably just barely holding herself together, to keep from falling apart, but won’t do it in front of us.
I gesture for her to follow me and open the fridge we keep outside. She whistles as she looks through our selection. We like good beer, so we always have a good selection at the house as well as the clubhouse. Also, we live in Wisconsin which has a lot of damn good breweries. Beer is practically a given in this state.
With new beers in hand, we sit down in one of the many chairs scattered around the backside of the deck as I hand Dragon a beer. Levi sighs as she leans back and eyes the house.
“Is it just you guys that live here?”
“Yeah, it’s just us now. Dad used to live here with us after Mom died five years ago. A few years later, he started to develop Alzheimer’s, but we wanted to keep him with us as long as we could. Last winter, it got really bad, and we had to put him in a home. He passed away earlier this spring.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
We both shrug it off. We were actually glad he didn’t have to live years with it because it was hard on him. He couldn’t understand why we never brought Mom with us when we visited. Tore both of us up pretty bad whenever he would bring her up. It still hurts that he’s gone, well, that they both are, but at least he’s not suffering anymore.
Clearing my throat, my thoughts go back to the problem at hand.
“We’d like to have you stay here, Levi. While we hunt down Fang and his club. With all of us here, we can help protect you all better.”
Her body visibly tenses, and she narrows her eyes as she looks between both of us. “I won’t be a prisoner here. I have a job waiting for me.”
Dragon shakes his head quickly to set things back on track. “Never said you were a prisoner, Spitfire. As for the bar, I work security there. I would prefer that you only worked when I’m there so that we can make sure you’re safe. As for staying here, you can have the master, since that’s the biggest room. Figured you’d want all the stuff that you moved back with you. Plus, anything you might need from your dad’s place. That would be the best room for you.”
Her gaze darts back and forth between us again. “Where do you both sleep?”
“Our rooms are on either side of the master. Just so you know though, we had Timber put in adjoining doors back when Dad lived there so we could keep a better eye on him. They also don’t have a lock for that same reason.” Her eyes narrow again, and I raise my hands in surrender. “We won’t enter without your permission. We don’t treat women like that. If you want, we can change out the doorknobs so that you have a lock.”
She relaxes a little and gnaws on her lip as she seems to think over everything. “What about the twins? They have jobs at the tattoo parlor in town. Where would they stay? Also, what about Travis and Ethan?”
“Our brother Axe runs the tattoo place. One of the prospects works there, too. That shouldn’t be a problem. As for where they’d stay, here would be the best place for Sasha. Don’t want her staying in the clubhouse. Not sure if Alexei would want to stay here, too, or if he’d want a room at the clubhouse. Travis and Ethan, we’d put up in the clubhouse. They both work for Timber at our construction company, so we should be okay in that aspect if they become targeted later on.”
