“He won’t,” Rex growled as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Because that was no fucking cop.”
“What do you mean?” I asked and watched as he tapped something on the screen.
Rex ignored me, putting the phone up to his ear. “Hey, Bat? Where are you? Uh-huh, well I need you to find someone who just came in sniffing around Juneau. Yeah, I’ll send the screenshot of the security cameras. No killing.”
I waited for him to hang up the phone before repeating my questions. “What do you mean that he wasn’t a cop?”
Rex sighed and held up his knuckles to show me the strange symbol tattooed on his middle finger. All of the guys, save Podcast, had it, but I’d always assumed that it was a pack thing.
“This is the symbol for the Titans MC. We all have it, and that dumbass didn’t completely cover his,” Rex explained, looking over my head to exchange a look with Podcast, Storm, and the BBs.
“We need to figure out what the fuck the Titans are up to or we might have an entire shitstorm on our doorstep sooner than we’d like,” Legs said with a frown. “I’m going to text Doc and see how soon he can leave the clinic.”
Rex nodded and I could see the wheels already turning behind his icy eyes.
The tension in the room was heavy, I could feel it and I knew Podcast could too because he pressed into my back his fingers finding my shoulders. I wasn’t sure if it was to comfort me, or that he was seeking comfort for himself, but I leaned into him regardless.
I needed to cut through the thick mood or else we were going to spend the rest of what had been a light and happy day upset. “So, who’s idea was it to name me June Thames?” I asked, shooting each person a critical eye.
Storm’s previously clouded expression smoothed and he grinned as he pointed at Rex.
Rex still looked pissed, but there was just the tiniest sparkle in his eyes. “What? You don’t like it? I wanted something that would be easy for you to remember, princess.” His neatly trimmed beard twitched as he tried not to smile. Everyone around me chuckled.
“But Thames?” I pushed, pleased when I felt the mood shift to something a little bit lighter.
“I’m a huge fan of irony, besides, Doc didn’t veto it so take it up with him,” Rex continued, his voice a soothing rumble. “Besides, you are the furthest thing from tame.”
“And may you never forget that,” I grumbled, making them laugh again, their earlier frustrations forgotten even if it was just for a moment.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Idon’tlikeit,”Doc said, crossing his arms over his chest. He was sitting on the sofa next to Podcast and Juneau, still dressed for work in a pair of mint green scrubs. He’d hurried home after Legs’s call and had only walked through the door a couple of minutes ago. As I brought him up to speed with what happened in the bar, his expression had grown darker and darker.
“None of us like it,” I replied, my voice tired.
“We left the Titans MC so we wouldn’t have to do any of that shit anymore, Batspecificallyleft for that reason,” Doc argued, his expression pinched with frustration.
I knew that he was right. The guilt over asking our packmate to go and find that phony cop was still twisting inside of my chest over an hour after I’d done it. I had expected Bat to protest when I called to ask him to find the guy, but all I needed to do was mention Juneau’s name and he hadn’t even questioned me.
“It’s different with Juneau involved. We have two omegas to protect and we can’t do that if we’re trying to keep our noses clean,” Storm argued, surprising everyone in the room with his willingness to jump right back into the thick of it. Out of everyone in the pack, Storm was the cleanest, never getting too involved in the MC and not having the same military training as the rest of us alphas.
Doc glared at him. He had obviously been banking on go-with-the-flow Storm to agree with him. Doc, seeing that he wasn’t going to find a comrade in Storm, wheeled around to face Juneau. She’d been conspicuously quiet throughout our entire exchange, a troubled expression on her face.
“What do you think about all of this?” he asked, pulling her hands into his.
Juneau’s expression shifted and I could see her eyes sparkle with anger. “I think I should have just lit him on fire before he could leave the bar. That would have solved all of our current problems.” She shrugged nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t just threatened to barbeque a man alive.
“No lighting people on fire,” I told her without thinking about how absolutely insane that sounded. Apparently, our time-traveling omega had a violent streak.
Juneau pouted, her lower lip jutting out as she sighed heavily. “It’s always ‘no Juneau, don’t do that’ or ‘Juneau, that’s dangerous.’ When will you ever tell me yes to something, Rex?” she asked, rolling her eyes with enough attitude to make my inner-alpha want to give her a swat on the ass.
“Never,” I answered and her pout deepened.
“At least we know she can defend herself if the need arises,” Taz pointed out from where she was sitting with the rest of the BBs at the kitchen table.
“That’s beside the point, we’re trying toavoidputting her into a situation where she has to defend herself, remember?” Doc’s tone was exasperated as he shook his head. Somehow, even though we’d started on opposing sides of the discussion, we’d ended up on the same team again.
‘Maybe if we let Juneau roast more people, the Titans would take the hint and leave us alone,’Podcast pointed out unhelpfully.
