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I freeze. “You tipped the law off?”
Willa doesn’t slow her ministrations. In fact, she starts massaging more vigorously. “I may have mentioned where he’d be. And what was in the truck.”
Fuck. If things weren’t bad enough with the Quarter Mile MC the next town over, we now have Willa’s ex, who she fucking put away, sniffing around.
“Babe, does Diesel know it was you who sent him down?”
Her hands still for a split second. “There’s no way. Half the crew had already gone down for various things. They had a mole. That wasn’t me, by the way.”
“OK. That’s good. That’s great. But, I gotta say, as friends and all, it would make me feel a lot fucking better if you would just let me have someone watching out for you. Please?”
My request is met with silence, and I’ve had enough of having this damned conversation with my eyes on the plush carpet. Sitting up, I grip the towel covering me, and pull it around a little so I’m not having this conversation with my balls hanging out. Willa’s green gaze follows me, her plump lip pulled between her teeth.
“Did you just ask my permission for something?”
“Yup. Don’t get too used to it.” I wink.
“OK.”
“OK?”
“Yeah, OK. I may be stubborn as a goddamn mule, but Diesel on a good day is an asshole. If he’s into bad shit? He’ll be an absolute nightmare.”
A smile tugs on my lips and the weight I felt was crushing me seems to lift a little.
“Now that’s sorted, get back on the bed. You have ten more minutes of massage then I’ll set you free to tell Switch his job just got a whole lot easier.”
“Thank you, Babe.”
“You’re welcome, Miles.
Chapter 12
Mad Dog
My leg jiggles as I sit in my seat, waiting for Marx to open Church. We’re still waiting on Rhodie, which is new. Usually it's Fox and Nitro we have to worry about. Chewy’s voice bounces off the walls of the hall before she steps through the door, looking a lot fucking fresher than most new moms.
“Holy shit, what happened to him?” Savage mutters, gaze locked over Chewy’s shoulder.
My son steps into the room and now I understand why Chewy looks so fresh. “It’s like she ate his soul,” Gus whispers, not quiet enough.
“It’s not my fault that Rhodes is a hands-on father,” Chewy says, plopping her little ass into her seat, flipping open her laptop.
“Jesus brother, are you OK?” Tank asks, eyes wide.
“Yeah, Miles is a bit of a night owl. We’re good.” Rhodie says around a yawn. His large hand rests on Miles’ tiny back in the sling he has strapped to his chest.
“Right. Let’s get shit rolling.” Marx lifts his fist to hit the wall behind him then freezes when Rhodie hisses at him, deciding to knock politely instead.
“Thanks, Prez,” Rhodie says around another yawn.
“Yeah, yeah. Hiss at me one more time, I fucking dare you.”
Chewy grins before patting Rhodie on the head. “So, let’s begin before these mommy milkers explode.”
“Ugh, can you not call them that?” Gus says, looking horrified.
“It’s what I am and what they are, Gus.” Chewy says, tapping away at her keyboard.
