That’s the best idea he’s had all day.
***
“Who the fuck is this?” I eye the red Mustang sitting in the driveway next to Honey’s piece of shit minivan.
Is that her man’s car?
The thought hits me out of nowhere, and it irritates the hell out of me. Who Honey is seeing doesn’t concern me.
Shaking my head, I pull my bike into the garage and cut the engine. As I’m taking off my helmet, I hear a man shouting.
The fuck?
Head cocked to the side, I train my ears.
“Are you fucking stupid?”
Without a second thought, I’m off my bike and moving towards the sound. Years in the club have taught me to trust my instincts, and right now, they’re screaming like a banshee that something ain’t right.
When I round the corner of my new neighbor’s house, I stop short. Towering over Honey, with his finger pointed right in her face, is a man with slicked-back hair.
“You stupid bitch,” he hisses. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
”Yo!” I erase the distance between us.
Slick Rick’s head whips around, and his eyes go straight to my cut.
“You need to back the fuck up,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous.
He takes a few steps back, putting a healthy distance between us. Good fucking thing, too. I’m ready to chew this asshole up and spit him out for getting in my cute little neighbor’s face.
“Who…who the fuck are you?” He sputters.
Honey inches closer to me, and I take her in. I don’t see a hair out of place, but I can tell she’s shaken up. Slowly I turn my head back to the asshole staring at me like I’m the scum under his Nikes.
“I’m her man.” My arm goes around Honey’s shoulders, and I pull her into my side.
Jesus. I blow out a breath. I can’t believe I just fucking said that.I’m her man?
I drop my gaze back to Honey. Her eyes are big, and she’s looking up at me like,okay, you big lying liar. Now what?
“Her man?” Slick Rick hisses, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. “Bullshit.” He turns his rage back to Honey. “You’re fucking this... this criminal?”
Criminal. Killer. Pissed off motherfucker who’s about to fuck him up.
“You fucking whore!” He yells, spit flying out of his mouth. “Go get my sons. Now.”
I feel Honey tense beneath my arm. She’s scared but trying like hell not to show it.
Dipping my head close to her ear, I keep my voice low. “You want ‘em going with this clown?”
She bites her lip, and I can see the war raging behind her eyes. Fuck no, she doesn’t. But then she sighs. “There’s a court order,” she finally says.
I nod once, understanding. Custody shit can be complicated.
She steps away from me and calls into the house. “Tommy! Jackson! Your dad’s here!”
Within seconds, the little guys who were in my garage last night appear in the doorway. Their eyes widen when they see me.
