“Chop, chop ladies. We got shit to attack.”
Chapter 15
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Sniper nods, taking a seat on the bench beside me as he shovels a taco into his face. We’ve made good time on our ride, but there’s only so much wind therapy you can get before bodily functions kick in. Five hours in with a piss stop and something to eat isn’t too bad. I would have pushed to go the final hour to Orleans but that’s when shit gets dicey. Riding with my brothers is one of the best feelings in the world, but all it takes is one person not being switched on and all hell breaks loose. Better to take a break, take a leak and get some sustenance. Besides, it’s been a while since I last saw my brother.
“So, how's things at The Keep?”
Sniper tips his head side to side. “Getting there, brother. Businesses are all up and running, townsfolk are slowly learningthat we’re the good guys after a fucking long line of bad. It’s…peaceful.”
I slap a hand on Sniper’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “I’m fucking glad to hear that brother.”
He grins and it damn near brings a tear to my eye. I don’t know what they put in the water out there, but this is the happiest I’ve seen my brother in a long time.
“You sure Dima is gonna be able to help us?” Fox asks, taking a seat at the table next to Sniper and I.
“”Fucker probably already knows we’re coming, knowing him,” Dex says on a snort.
I shove my own taco in my mouth, and nod along. Dima is a creepy bastard but he knows his shit. So does his woman, from what we’ve heard.
“So, brother, I hear you have a potential Ol Lady.” Omen grins.
“You hear right. As soon as this shit is all over I’ll be giving her her patch.” My brothers whoop and slap my back so hard the taco in my hand shoots across the table only stopping when Damian stops it and shoves it in his mouth.
“You little asshole!” I growl at the Keep prospect.
“I think you mean big asshole,” Fox smirks.
“Either way, you owe me one, Prospect.”
Damian salutes at me, “I’ll take care of you, cher. Got a little spot in New Orleans makes the best gumbo you ever tasted.”
I eye him, not sure what to make of him yet. I know he and Rider get on like a fucking house on fire, which means he’ll be a pain in the ass. A taco lands next to me on the table and my eyes jerk up in time to see Justice step back as he dips his chin at me.
“See? That there is the type of prospect I like,” Tank says inhaling his food.
“Keeps you fed?”
Tank flips the bird at me and I chuckle as I finish off my food. We still got miles to chew through before we see Dima, and the quicker I can get through that meeting, the quicker I can get home to my girls. Sniper eyes me with a small smile on his face and I know he’s probably seeing what I see when I look at him. Contentment.
“Right, let's pack it in. We all got women we wanna get back to so let's go see what Dima has to say,” Dex says throwing his trash in the bin. “And let’s hope it’s not fucking creepy.”
***
“You sure this is the right place?” Omen asks as he eyes the little chocolate box cottage.
Damian whistles low as he takes in the outside. “This here fancy, likerealfancy.”
“It doesn’t really scream ex-Bratva psychic.” Fox mumbles, brows pulled low.
“Are you gonna come in or just stand there all day?” A feminine voice calls out, dragging our attention to the small woman standing in the doorway dressed all in black.
“Is that a goth?” Justice asks, which surprises me because he’s been pretty quiet this whole time.
“Naw, I think it’s one of them emo types,” Damian drawls as he stands and waves at the woman on the porch.
Omen shakes his head and leads the way, not before dropping a kiss on the woman’s cheek. I give her a nod, keeping my hands and lips to myself. This woman looks as dangerous as Chewy and I wanna get back to my woman, not get gutted inside a cute little cottage in Orleans. We file up the porch steps, then one by one make our way into the house. The front room is tastefully decorated and the walls are lined with books, like a small library.I have no idea what I was expecting Dima’s place to look like. It wasn’t this and yet somehow it fits him perfectly.
