Iron Jack’s face sobers. “Now, about Lucifer’s Kin.”
Everyone grumbles menacingly. A few of the Wild Hair stomp their boots.
“Exactly,” Iron Jack says. “I don’t start a fight, but I will finish it. I want them to back off. Even if we handle the cherry like we plan, we need to make sure they don’t find some other mark.” He glances at Adam. “I’m aware of where their new meth lab is. Their last one blew up about a month ago.”
“We going to help this one along?” Chain asks.
Stoney nods. “We’re going to destroy the equipment, as any good citizen should, to keep the good people off drugs.” He chortles. “We’re taking out their operation. We’ll make sure nobody’s on the premises. We’re good to go for Thursday night.”
Thursday. Shit. That’s the gig.
I sense Iron Jack watching me for a reaction, so I don’t so much as blink. He tells the room, “I’ve selected the crew for this gig. We have Chain and Two-Shit drawing them out of the house, if they’re in there. Then me and Fancy and Prospect Merrick will break in.”
Breaking and entering. Great. So much for construction and bodyguard work.
But I’m in. I’ve done worse in war zones. And this isn’t much different.
“I want a solid contingent at the clubhouse. Adam, you will be on the roof watching for anybody approaching. Anybody who isn’t on the job will be at the clubhouse. I want eyes on the mouse at all times. Stoney, that might ought to be you.
“If Carol hasn’t gone into labor. We’re close on that.”
“Right. If you take off, Hoss, you get between anyone coming in and the girl.”
Hoss nods. “I’ll bring them down one handed.”
I sip my loaded coffee like this is any ordinary meeting, but inside, I’m thinking, shit just got real.
If any of the Pickle family got wind of this, including Diesel or my sister, I’d be fucking toast.
Iron Jack calls on Adam. “Prospect, you keep me posted on progress with the mouse. If we can put the word out that she’s no longer such a hot property, it would help.”
My eyebrows knit together. Before I can think better of it, I say, “Why not put that word out anyway? Maybe they’d back off.”
“We could,” Iron Jack says. “But to be honest, I’m not sure how much it would matter. She might end up being their mark no matter what.”
Shit. I guess I’m all in.
CHAPTER 21
MARIETTA
Iknow the club is talking about me.
During the post-lunch meal, everybody’slookingat me.
The weather got warm again, and Betz thought it might help my case with Adam if I wore nothing but a red bandanna tied around my chest.
She seems to think I’m not sexy enough, and three times while we cut up meat and potatoes for the meal, she said maybe nobody would want to break my cherry anyhow, given I was twenty-six and nobody’s done it already.
But as we serve up the grilled steak and potato skewers, her words don’t cut me like they might have once. There’s not a pair of eyes that doesn’t skim me as I dump rolls into the basket on the kitchen island.
When Adam comes in, Chain pushes him my way. “Go on, boy. Just whip that top off and suck on those titties. You’ll be cock-deep in no time.”
Chain is quickly becoming my least favorite member of the Wild Hair.
Adam blushes fiercely, filling in the space between his red beard and hair. He’s about as cut out for the club as I am. No wonder they’re pushing us together.
Merrick isn’t far behind him. He catches my gaze, and every part of my body heats up. I need to get him alone and figure out where we stand on things. I don’t want to make him just stick it in me, but then, it might be helpful if we claimed each other.
