He grinned. “You want our wedding meal to be Chinese?”
“Hell, yeah, don’t you?” I challenged.
“I want what my wife wants.”
I grinned. “I trained you well, young Skywalker.”
He laughed, kissing me gently, then grabbing a menu from the box on the kitchen counter.
* * *
Doc
My phone buzzed onmy nightstand, waking me way too fucking early in the morning. Olivia stirred beside me, so I kissed her gently and told her to go back to sleep, snagging my phone and heading to the bathroom.
Alamo: Found Marvin.
Me: Text me the address, I’ll meet you.
I didn’t wait for a response as I got dressed and headed down to my bike. I shook my head as I pulled up to the Gainz at the edge of town. Pussy. Of course he ‘worked out’ here. It was less gym and more meat market, which was perfect for the doughy, balding piece of shit.
I found Alamo and Doom waiting around the back and parked my bike beside theirs, giving them a chin lift as I lowered the kickstand.
“Two cameras in the back, one in front,” Alamo said. “Blind spots are around the side.”
“Not a good place to get to him,” I said.
“I don’t know,” Doom countered. “I think you could always just plan to hold him for the authorities. He could fall a few times.”
“Don’t really wanna hold him for anyone,” I admitted. “I’d rather just bury him in a shallow grave.”
“Yeah, but the better play here is to let Dalton deal with him,” Alamo said.
I sighed, stretching my neck and hearing the satisfying pop of air. “Jesus, I wanna fuckin’ rip his dick off.”
“How about you have a little chat with him while we wait for Dalton?” Doom suggested. “He’s not far behind us anyway. He’s giving you a little leeway, but not much.”
Alamo nodded at something over my head. “Now’s your chance.”
I turned and saw Marvin heading toward his car, so I set my helmet on my seat and followed him. “Marvin!” I called.
The second the asshole saw me, he pissed himself...and then tried to run. He was too far from his car, however, and I got to him first. “Now, come on, buddy,” I crooned. “You know you have nowhere to go.”
“Doc, man, I’m sorry. I wasn’t gonna hurt her.”
I squeezed the back of his neck so hard, he whimpered in pain as I guided him to the side of the building. “See, here’s the problem, Marvin. When I visited you in prison, we had an understanding, do you remember?”
“I swear, I just wanted to see how she was! Make sure she was happy.”
“By kicking in her door?” I asked, slamming his head against the brick wall.
“Well, she wasn’t answering.”
“You violated your parole, asshole,” I hissed, pressing his face harder against the brick. “But worse, you tried to violate my woman...again. And that won’t stand. I warned you, remember?”
“Doc, please.”
“Do you remember what I told you?” I asked.
