“Ahh,” he said knowingly. “The lovely Heather. She’s somethin’ else, right? Her tits are banging.”
My lips tipped up at Gambit’s Brit speak, and we resumed our journey down the corridor. “Did I miss much while I was gone?”
“Not really. Prez is all caught up in JT, so we haven’t seen much of him. They’re still moving into his aunt and uncle’s place, so they’ve been down there with the kid mostly, planning what they wanna do with the place?—”
“Wait,” I interrupted. “Anna still wants to move into the house where she was held captive by a lunatic ex-club whore and fuck buddy of her ol’ man?”
Gambit barked a laugh. “She’s got balls, right?”
“Damned straight.” I shook my head. “Any word on Ace or Daisy?”
“Nah. Colt did a trace on the vehicle we saw driving away from the river. It was registered to Aces Security. He wasn’t hiding his involvement or the fact he went to get Daisy outta there. Her body hasn’t been found, so we assume she’s still alive.”
“We need to give Anna shooting lessons to make sure next time she gets the heart,” I muttered.
Gambit nodded as we approached the door for Church. “Too right.” He keyed in a sequence of numbers and then stood still until the retinal scannerdid its job. Then the locks disengaged, and he pushed on the door, breezily saying, “Morning, all. Lovely day for it,” as he strutted inside.
I followed and was met with grunts from Blade and Diablo. Then, the most vile, rancid smell I’d ever had the misfortune to encounter hit me.
“What the fuck is that stench?” Gambit demanded, holding his hand up to cover his nose and mouth.
The door swung closed behind me, and I balked.
“JT took a shit,” Blade muttered, swiping a hand across his face, “Swear to God, it was so strong it made my eyes water.”
My stare fell on our Prez, who had the baby on his back, laying across his lap while he expertly changed the kid’s diaper. “What the fuck are you feeding him?”
“Breast milk, you halfwit,” Hendrix clipped, snapping the poppers closed on JT’s romper. “What the fuck do you think we’re feedin’ him? Steak and fucking foie gras?”
I balked again.
“It’s not normal,” Diablo grunted.
“How the fuck do you dare talk about normal?” Hendrix demanded, his face turning an angry shade of purple. “A baby taking a shit is normal. What’snotnormal is a grown-ass man cutting off body parts and keeping them in jars on a shelfwhile illuminating them with different colored fucking Christmas lights.” His voice rose to a bellow. “I dunno how you have the brass balls to sit there criticizing my son’s ass when your room stinks of goddamnedroadkill!”
Gambit sank down in his place at the round table, chuckling to himself while I took my seat next to Diablo.
The door swung open again, and Trick appeared, followed by Pyro and Will.
Trick’s face turned green. “What the fuck is that smell?”
Hendrix sighed.
“What?” the road captain demanded. “I’m very sensitive to aromas.”
“So why the fuck do you stink like rancid old pussy most of the goddamned time,” Hendrix shot back.
“’Cause I fuck a lot of it.” His stare slid to me. “Talking of which, is it true you turned down a second go with Arizona and Heather doin’ girl-on-girl? Did your dick break or somethin’?”
Every eye turned to me, and Diablo’s narrowed. “None’a those bitches have done girl-on-girl for me.” He sniffed.
“That’s because they’re too busy shitting their panties in case you get a hankering to cut off one of their fucking toes or something,” Blade snapped.
Diablo turned to Veep. “Have they done girl-on-girl for you?”
Blade rolled his lips together. “A gentleman never tells, but yeah.”
D’s stare swept around the table, taking in the men shifting in their seats while they looked everywhere but at him. “Jesus fuck,” he rasped. “First Gambit gets multiple mass cock sucks, then they do girl-on-girl for the rest of you shitheads. Why the fuck don’t they come up with hot shit like that for me?”
