My girls are safe.
Jax, Poppy, we’re all safe.
“I’ll have Ed keep us posted, but we’re going to need someone on the inside and someone on retainer.”
Savage nods. “I got the inside covered.”
Blade shrugs. “We don’t got anybody now, but I’ll talk to Ed. See who he knows in criminal.”
“I want an attorney who’s clean,” I tell them. “Somebody who defends the good guys.”
“Those don’t come cheap to guys like us,” Blade says, rubbing his fingers together to represent big, big money.
I know. Nothing in life is easy, and I sure as hell know nothing is cheap.
“It’s a turning point,” I tell them. “We go big, or we go home.”
No man in this room is a quitter. Every one of us has big dreams and a reason for being here. I have four reasons to go bigger than I ever have before. Working smarter, though, not harder.
I look at the club flag that’s hanging up behind my desk.
History’s about to be made for the club. Under my watch, we’re going to be bigger, dirtier, better, andsmarter than ever before. My family depends on it. My entire family. And that’s all the motivation I need.
One monthlater
“Where are we going for dinner?” Poppy’s talking as she sucks my cock, timing her words between each suck.
“Babe.” I drive my fingers through her hair. “More cock, less talk.”
She laughs and takes me so deep, I tremble down to my toes.
“Fuck,” I hiss and throw my head back so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if I gave myself a concussion. Pleasure shocks my system and nearly takes my breath away.
She hums around my shaft, flicking her tongue and pressing her thick lips along every ridge and vein. “Better?”
I grunt my approval and motion for her to turn over. “The only thing better is me seeing your ass.”
She rolls onto her stomach and lifts her rear end in the air. The kids are in their rooms finishing their homework.
We’re taking all the kids to dinner before Lori takes the girls to California for a weekend visit with their mom. She’s taking Jax and a friend as well. They’re going to hit Disneyland together to give Shayla and the girls a chance to experience something together that’s safe and supervised so she doesn’t compromise hersobriety. That means Poppy and I will have some time to ourselves.
Before everybody goes, we’re sneaking in a few minutes of adult time.
I’m ready to put on a condom when my phone rings. It’s the alert I have for Savage when he’s calling on the encrypted app. He wouldn’t call if this weren’t an emergency situation, so I groan but reach for the bedside table to grab the call.
“What?”
“He’s getting out.” Savage gets right to the point. “Dylan. I got a guy on the inside in processing. Your attorney won’t get notified for another day, but looks like Dylan will be released tomorrow.”
Fuck.
“We have options,” Savage says. “But you need to make this call.”
“What are they?” I climb out of bed and pace naked to the window. I hold up a finger to Poppy, who nods.
“Option one, he never makes it to processing,” Savage says. “I can probably get that done, but we got to act fast.”
“What else?” I bark. I don’t like the idea of owing somebody on the inside anything. While I’d love to see Dylan meet his end on the filthy floor of a prison shower, I want to know what else we’ve got.
