Page 92 of Down & Dirty: Zeke


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His brow furrowed. “Why the fuck would I do that?” Had she lost her fucking mind?

“To keep me tied to you.”

He ground his teeth. “Why the fuck would I do that?”

“I don’t know, Zeke. Why would you?”

“That’s fucked up, Ky.”

“Yes, Zeke, it’s fucked up if you did that on purpose.”

Yep, she’d lost her fucking mind. “Didn’t do shit on purpose. How the fuck do I know you didn’t do it on purpose?”

She sighed.

“Don’t gotta force nobody, Ky. Includin’ you. Never once said fuckin’ no to me. Just like the other night.”

Seeing her expression, that might have been the wrong thing to say. Especially when shit between them was so shaky.

She could run again, taking his son with her.

Though, now that Zeke knew Ledger existed, he’d never rest until he found him again. He had the fucking Shadows in his back pocket. No place on Earth existed where Kyra could disappear with his three-year-old son and not be found.

Not even a goddamn igloo in the Arctic Circle.

And if Vi denied him the use of her crew for that reason, he’d make his cousin’s life a living hell.

She knew how fucking important family was.

And if Violet didn’t know how important his son was to him now that he knew Ledger existed, she would.

But hopefully his cousin would never fuck him over. They’ve always been tight. The only time that wavered was when Kyra first left since they were best friends. She’d been just as pissed at him as Ky.

“It’s time for you to go, Zeke,” drew him back to the living room.

“You’re goddamn welcome,” he muttered as he headed toward the door.

“I shouldn’t have to thank you for watching your own son.”

What-fuckin’-ever.“Lock up.”

“If I was worried about criminals, I wouldn’t have let you in.”

Damn.

With a shake of his head, he walked out.

He paused on her small front porch only long enough to wait to hear the lock turn. Once he did, he got the fuck out of there.

Chapter Nineteen

“Any new business to discuss?”Zeke was ready to get the hell out of there. He was still irritated as fuck about Kyra’s date the night before. “If so, let’s hear it.”

“Heard some fuckin’ rumors,” Rage said next to him. “Had some bikers come into Heaven’s Angels two nights ago, got fucked up and were runnin’ their mouths.”

“Two nights ago? Why the fuck you only bringin’ it up now?”

“‘Cause it’s only a fuckin’ rumor and knew this meetin’ was today. For fuck’s sake,” Rage grumbled.