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He holds me for a moment longer before stepping back, and looking around the room. “I know we all wanna get to Willa’s. We got a loose end with Diesel and I want him done and gone. Tonight.”
“The problem we have,” Rhodie butts in, “is that we don’t have eyes on the house and Switch says its chaos. There’s been a series of small explosions, shit is burning and he’s seen shrapnel around the place.”
Murmurs of “What the fuck?” go around the room. “Willa, got any idea what the hell is going on?” Marx asks.
I side-eye Miles, who stares at me, wide-eyed. “Ah, I might have an idea?” I reply before swallowing. “I let the Big Littles booby trap my home.”
“What!?”
“Yeah. They’re the ones who spotted Diesel first. They told me not to worry, they had an idea for booby traps. I figured they’d just dig some holes and camouflage them or something.” Clearly they did that and more. I feel like I should be more worried about it, but I kinda just want to laugh.
If what Rhodie and Switch says is true, then Diesel is damn sure to be suffering. And I’m down with that.
Marx and Rhodie mirror Miles’ body language. They all stand, hands hooked on their hips, staring at each other. They could be having a silent conversation for all I know. It’s terrible that I don’t care much. I just want to get to my house and watch Diesel burn.
“What are the chances that if we go in there we’ll get caught up like Diesel?” Tank asks the room.
“Well,” Pops says, rocking in his chair, “unpopular opinion, we take one of the kids with us. Or, you let me lead the way. I know how the Big Littles think.”
“Yeah, because you taught them everything they know,” Gus mutters.
“Not everything,” Pops replies with a smirk. “Some of the things they come up with are truly diabolical.”
“Oh, yippee,” Blanche replies sarcastically.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, your kids are the worst ones,” Rider mutters.
“Wait, so the kids are dangerous, too?” Grind asks. I had forgotten he was even here. Weird, given he’s huge and exudes danger.
“Why are you still here?” Rider, complete with black eye, whines.
“Because Diesel is on my shit list, too. And you know damn well I don’t leave shit unfinished.” Rider just glares at that statement.
“We aren’t taking the fucking kids into what sounds like a war zone. So Pops, you’re up. Everyone, roll out,” Marx barks and we all make our way outside.
“Are we all going, or are some of us staying?” Remy asks the Ol Ladies as we all watch our men start up their engines.
There is no way in hell that I’m going to miss this show. Apparently Blanche, Nat, Ana and Vi agree with me because they all mount up behind their men. Chewy begrudgingly stays home after Rhodie threatened to spank her ass. Judging by the look on her face, she didn’t seem too upset by that.
I climb on behind my man, smiling huge to my friends who decided to stay behind to watch the kids. We slowly edge out of the compound, travelling down the long drive and we may be headed out for the shitty reason, but this to me is perfection. My face pressed against the warm leather of Miles’ cut, breathing in his scent. The wind in my hair, soothing rumble of the bike beneath my ass and my arms wrapped around my Ol Man.
The only way this night can get any better is to get rid of my ex-husband once and for good.
Chapter 19
Mad Dog
Ialways knew Willa was going to feel like heaven on the back of my sled and I was right. She’s wrapped around me like a spider monkey, her warm cheek pressed between my shoulder blades and her hands clasped around my front. I drop my hand to her calf, squeezing gently as we make the short ride to her cute little house.
“Holy shit,” she murmurs over my shoulder.
“Holy shit is right,” I agree.
The house is lit up like a fucking spaceship, illuminating Switch’s ginger hair to make it look like he’s the one on fire. He’s not. Diesel is. Not full blown fire. More smouldering, as he hangs from Willa’s porch by his ankle.
Judge whistles low while Pops carefully steps up for a closer look.
“When did you say the kids did this?” Wire asks, frown on his face.
