Vi agreed with her younger sister. “Probably wasn’t much of a stretch to find someonebetter.”
He interrupted their bullshit. “Pretty sure the old crew knows how to keep their traps shut.”
“Aboutrealmissions. Not this petty shit.”
“If this Ledger is my son, this shit ain’t fuckin’ petty.”
“Ledger? That’s a cool name,” Indie said. “But what if you find out he is? You can’t even be responsible for yourself.”
“That’s what I said, sis.”
“You two are annoyin’ as fuck.”
“Guess you don’t need my help then.” Indie shrugged and pushed off the desk to standing. “Ask one of the guys. Maybe they’ll give a shit.” With that, she walked out.
Fuck.
He swung his gaze back to the woman behind the desk, who asked, “Ever hear the saying that it’s easier to catch flies with honey rather than vinegar?”
“You’re so damn smart, you know that, Vi? Can’t understand why you don’t get any fuckin’ dick.”
“Only you could make honey spoil. And believe it or not, I do get plenty of dick. I just don’t swallow it in the DAMC courtyard in the middle of a pig roast.”
“Maybe ‘cause Diesel would break that dick off and shove it up the guy’s ass. Any-fuckin’-way, just need an address, phone number and place of employment.” He unfolded himself from the chair. “Thanks, cuz, you’re the best.”
Vi swatted a hand in his direction. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Zeke shot her a big smile and as he headed out the door, he heard, “But no promises!”
Chapter Seven
Kyra pulledthe curtain back slightly and saw the lit tip of a cigarette glowing. It arced through the dark and became brighter for a few seconds before dimming again as whatever he was smoking dropped back to his side.
He was waiting.
But he wasn’t the only one.
He waited for her to come out.
She waited for him to leave.
With an annoyed sigh, she dropped the curtain back into place.
He could stand out there until he smoked his last cigarette, or joint, or whatever, then died of dehydration or starvation.
She didn’t care.
The only person she needed to look out for was Ledger.
He was her priority.
And letting Zeke into his life would not be in her son’s best interest. Forget her own. She already got burned once by him and she certainly wasn’t going to let him do it again.
He might be hot, but he was also hot headed.
He might be sexy as fuck, but he was irresponsible.
He might have hips that could move like gentle waves hitting the shore, but…
