I picked her hand up and brought it to my lips to kiss. “I gotta go. But you stay here and get some more rest, all right? I’ll be back with coffee here in a bit.”
Her voice sunk to the floor, sending shivers up and down my spine. “And there’s nothing I can do to convince you to stay?”
As I looked over at her, I saw everything. In her eyes, as they swirled with wanton lust, I found my home. My safe place. The one moment my body didn’t wish to interrupt. I saw the comfort of years of happiness waiting for us. I saw weekend road trips with her gripping my waist and hanging on for dear life. I saw us getting a place of our own and marking every fucking square inch of it with our naked bodies until the entire place was christened.
I saw her carrying my child, and for the fucking life of me I had never once imagined having children.
“Be back soon,” I said before I quickly slipped out of bed.
I stumbled around to get into my jeans, and I didn’t even bother putting on a pair of boxers. The more distance I put between me and Rose, the more I’d be able to screw my head on straight. The last thing I needed to think about was whatever the hell kind of future had flashed before my eyes.
Because none of us would have a future if we didn’t get this shit wrapped up with the Devil’s Fuckers.
“Well, this is all royally fucked, isn’t it?”
Fangs’ voice was the first one that hit my ears the second I stepped into the kitchen, and I couldn’t help but bark with laughter.
“Yeah, you can say that again.”
He handed me a mug. “Coffee’s over there.”
I nodded. “Thanks.”
He patted my shoulder as I scooted over to the black liquid that housed my life’s energy.
“So, you been able to figure out much from Wes’s accounts?” he asked.
I poured a big, black mugful of the stuff. “Actually, I did.”
He paused. “Seriously?”
I turned to face him and sipped my coffee. “Seriously.
“Well? Don’t leave me hanging here. What the hell did you find?”
I took another languid sip of my coffee. “I figured out where in the fuck that man gets all of his money in the first place, and you’re never gonna believe it.”
“Spit it out.”
“He’s getting all of this money from our old weapon’s supplier, Fangs.”
His eyes widened. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
I shook my head. “Nope. And those payments started coming to his accounts right around the time we left the arms trade game as the main supplier for this side of California.”
“Holy fucking hell, that’s why he feels like this is personal. He’s the one that took up our business with them.”
“Bingo.”
Fangs raked his hand through his hair. “But why is he doing that and still giving a fuck about us now? None of his actions against us still make sense. At least, not in a grand sort of sense.”
I shrugged. “Still trying to figure that out, but maybe it’s because we still have influence in the area? I mean, a lot of fucking people around here are still under our rule, so maybe Wes is running into red tape with getting his shipments in?”
He nodded. “Our contracts are loyal, I’ll give them that. And I bet they wouldn’t go lax on the rules for someone they didn’t know.”
“Bingo.”
Fangs slid his hands down his face. “God damn motherfucking little assholes. I swear to God, we got out of the arms trade shit for a reason, you know?”
