“So we kill them.”
“It’s complicated.”
“I feel like it’s not,” I said before sighing. “But I’m the muscle, and you’re the man in charge. I’ll do what you tell me. But those guys need to be buried. If Elle hadn’t fired her gun today, I don’t know if the foxes would be only banged up.”
Clint glanced around and muttered filled with rage, “They came after Elle. You’d think mypregnantsister would be off limits, but those fuckers hate Zodiac so much that they were willing to threaten her. No way can they walk away from this, no matter what Tricky or even Joker says.”
“Then we’re on the same page.”
“My dad and uncle have chatted up their old bros. Lucky and Taco will be at the meeting. They see shit the way we see shit. The only question is if Tricky will fight us on the matter.”
Clint’s words eased my mind. The shit earlier today wouldn’t be brushed aside to appease old friendships or keep the peace. The assholes had moved from trash-talking the foxes to assaulting them. If we gave them another shot, a fox would likely end up dead.
NOVA
Boone returned to the house to find me eating pizza on the couch. My daughters sat next to me. Goldie was next to Skylar while Yarrow sat on the other side of Lyric.
“Is everything okay?” I asked Boone as soon as he found a spot in a nearby chair.
“Everything’s great. Look at all my favorite foxes in one place,” Boone said. “I have a meeting to go to in an hour or so, but it shouldn’t take long.”
Goldie stopped mid-chew and narrowed her eyes. “Am I going to that?”
“No, just the men. It’s a dick-measuring meeting,” Boone replied.
“I could slice off a Joker’s dick and join the meeting.”
Our dad suggested, “Goldie, maybe keep the violent talk to a minimum in front of the children.”
“The baby foxes don’t care,” Goldie insisted and gestured at Skylar at her side.
Skylar nodded. “I don’t care.”
“Exactly,” Goldie said, smiling at how the kid had her back. “Skylar wants us to retire those bullies.”
“Yeah!” Lyric yelled, and pizza nearly flew out of her mouth.
I reminded Lyric not to talk with her mouth full. My baby smiled at me since she thought the rule was dumb. I blamed Zodiac since he would yell with his mouth full when he watched sports at our house.
“Who is going to the meeting?” I asked Boone.
“Clint, Zodiac, your brother. Nine is riding here to say his piece since Dalisay was involved. Oh, and Ford and Pax are coming to do that dick-measuring thing.”
“Should you go?” Yarrow asked Blackjack, who sat in a chair nearby with his slice of pizza.
“I’d rather stay here and make sure no one messes with Boone’s favorite foxes.”
Yarrow and Blackjack shared a smile. I glanced at Boone, who gave me a little grin. I wanted the world to go back to how it was this morning, when my biggest problem was preparing to meet Yarrow and Blackjack.
Rather than a silly fear, I was bothered by those men holding grudges about what happened today. I also sensed Boone, Dan, and the other bikers wanted vengeance. Everyone behaved so casually as if nothing big was going on, but danger crackled in the air.
“Should I go with you?” I asked Boone.
A smile warmed his face. “Look at this badass wanting to watch my back,” he told his parents while Goldie smirked. “I’d rather you stay here and entertain my parents. It wouldn’t hurt for you to praise Goldie’s hairstyle a bunch, too.”
“You look pretty,” Lyric told Goldie as she leaned over my lap to get closer. “You look like a princess.”
“Thank you,” Goldie said and ran her hand through her hair. “But I think I might hate it.”
