Marx clears his throat and Dex steps forward. “Good to see you again, Nancy. Everyone, this is Nancy Devereaux, Damian’s mom. Nancy, this is the Mother Chapter of the DRMC, and Marx is the president.”
Nancy gives everyone a regal wave and I bite my lips when Mira gasps dramatically and then murmurs how cool she is. Any moment now her notebook is coming out.
“Nancy, we were wondering if you could assist us with a time of death?” Marx asks.
“Of course, sweetpea. Point me to the body.”
I have to give Nancy credit. She keeps her brows perfectly in place when Chewy Vanna White’s her way to the random bits of body on a steel table in the middle of the room. To make it extra creepy she’s smiling wide right under the spotlight she set up.
“Well, okay then, let's take a peek.”
Nancy pulls on some gloves, snapping them into place, causing Mira to gasp out loud. Aaaaand there goes the notebook.
“Hmmm, judging by the swelling in some of the surrounding tissues, I’d say he’s been in the water at least 12 hours,” Nancy murmurs. She mutters something in French before pulling a pen out of her beehive and using it to poke around at the tissue on a severed hand. “Defensive wounds, no doubt about it. And this here? Means he was still alive when he hit that water. Unfortunate way to go,” she says, clicking her tongue as if it’s a real tragedy.
“It’s only 10pm. Twelve hours ago means he went in this morning,” Jay mutters.
“That’s a weird time to be killin’ someone,” Chewy says around a fucking Twizzler.
Nancy smiles warmly at her with a slight pinch between her brows. “You’re unusual.”
“You have no idea.” Flack grins at her, a twinkle in his eye.
“Well, bonjour to you,” Nancy says, eyeing up Flack.
“Theo, Jay, pull up video footage. I want to know who the fuck this is and how they ended up in our gator enclosure.” The twins nod in unison, all creepy like. “Nancy, thank you for coming, perhaps stay and enjoy a drink? We’re celebrating Chef and Sage’s wedding tomorrow.”
“Or,” Sage cuts in, “We go back to the clubhouse and eat TumTums leftover barbecue and chill out? I don’t mean to be awhiny baby, but whatever buzz I had kinda disappeared when we found all this.” She waves at the various bits of person on the table in front of us.
“Really? My night got infinitely better,” Chewy says. She swallows the last of her Twizzler before looking at the Matrix twins. “Let’s go do some terrible things on our computers. Might be able to find a clue.” She wags her brows and I notice Rhodie’s shoulders finally relax. It must be damn hard keeping an eye on that woman.
Speaking of, I look around for my woman and she’s already out the door, arms linked with Loyal and Joe as they follow behind her uncles.
“This place is good for her,” Tav says, stepping up beside me.
“You think?”
“I know. She never managed to quite settle into her skin. A few weeks here and she’s a new woman.”
“I think maybe she was always this woman, we just didn’t see it back home,” I reply, eyes still on Sage.
“Maybe.” Tav shrugs. “Oh, yeah, fuck her over again and I’ll let Pops have you.” He gives me a crooked grin, flips the bird and then follows behind the rest of the crew.
“Right kid, crash course on romance.” Turning, I’m met with a wall of men. “You got the big guns. Love Prez, Love VP and -”
“The Love Chaplain.” Rider grins wide.
Fuck me. “This is gonna hurt, isn’t it?”
“In a good way.” Pops smirks. “Buckle up kid, a few hours with us and you’ll be shitting so much romance Sage won't be able to help falling in love with you.”
Here’s fucking hoping.
Chapter Twelve
Chef
“Why the fuck is he so bad at this?” Pops groans from his position on the inflatable riding dick. “Like, how the fuck did you get Sage to fall in love with you the first time?”
