“It’s notfunny!” Cara screamed, turning her glare on them. “He could havedied.He blew a car up for God’s sake.”
Cash waved a nonchalant hand. “The engine was fucked anyway.”
“Oh my God!” Cara wailed. “It doesn’t matter. He stole a fucking car, then crashed it into a building so fast that it caught on fire. You need to get him in hand.”
“He was wearing his seat belt,” Cash reasoned.
“We’re lucky he’s still alive!” she shrieked.
Kennedy broke ranks from the women and sidled closer, looking at me with her eyes bugging out. “Wilder’s in trouble,” she murmured. “And he’s really gone and done it this time.”
“So I see,” I replied, nodding toward the burned-out wreck. “How did the kid steal a car? He can’t even reach the pedals.”
Kennedy grinned down at her designer boots. “That’s the funny part.”
My attention veered back to Cara when she got up in Cash’s face and bellowed, “And what about poor Lucie’s leg?”
My head reared back.
Huh?
Lucie, the prospect, stood ten feet away from the burning vehicle, holding onto Abe’s shoulder while balancing on one foot. His hand covered his mouth like he was trying to disguise his laughter.
“We’ll get him another one,” Cash assured her, his neck swiveling toward the prospect and calling out, “The club will cover it, Prospect. You’ve got a spare one for now, right?” He turned back to Cara. “We’ll see Lucie right. He had nothin’ but trouble with the last one anyway. Wilder blowin’ it up will be a blessin’ in disguise for him.”
“What the hell are they talking about?” I asked out the side of my mouth.
“Lucie lost a leg in the military,” Kennedy explained in a hushed tone. “He was on a mission that went wrong, and his lower leg got crushed. They had to amputate below the knee.”
“Oh my God,” I whispered, my heart going out to the poor guy. “I couldn’t even tell.”
She waved my words off. “He doesn’t let it slow him down. Lucie’s the fittest guy in the place. He copes really well with his prosthetic usually, but he got a new one fitted a few weeks ago, and he’s never settled with it. He was talking about changing it, but he has to go through assessments and have the conditionof his limb tested, so he’s been putting it off. He’s not in a position financially to just wake up and decide he needs a new prosthetic.”
“Won’t the club help?” I asked her.
“He won’t let them. You know these men and their pride.”
My eyes slid to her, and I knew they were full of confusion because I had no idea what was going on. “That’s all very well, but what’s Lucie’s prosthetic got to do with Wilder blowing up a car?”
Kennedy’s lips twitched. “Wilder stole Lucie’s fake leg and used it to reach the pedals.”
My eyes bugged out, and I breathed, “Jesus.”
Kennedy rolled her lips together to stop herself from laughing. “I still haven’t worked out if he strapped it on or just held it in his hand and banged the gas pedal and the brake with it.”
I snorted.
“It’s no wonder he lost control,” Kennedy went on through my giggles. “Luckily, Cash and Bowie were outside and got him straight out before it exploded. Unfortunately, they didn’t think to pick up Lucie’s leg before they made a run for it.” She let out a quiet snort. “No pun intended.”
The laughter burst out of me before I could stop it.
“Mom,” a familiar deep alpha-in-training voice called over
I whipped around to see DJ sauntering toward me alongside Kai.
Kennedy sighed. “I used to call Kai mini biker boy, but I can’t anymore. He’s already as tall as his dad. He shaves, girls call him constantly, and I found condoms in his pocket the day before yesterday when I was doing laundry. I ask Kit to talk to him, but he just smiles and says boys will be boys.”
“I’ve found them in DJ’s pockets, too,” I admitted. “I just tell myself it’s better than pregnancy.”
