Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Just need an address. Phone number. Tried the one I got but she musta changed it.”
“Do you blame her? She was upset and probably felt foolish since you were standing in the middle of the courtyard when she caught you and Bunny.”
Or it could’ve been the fact that he contacted her a few times after she left. More than a few. Once she blocked his number, he simply left voicemails. But all he wanted to do was explain how getting head from sweet butts didn’t mean shit.
She lifted a finger. “If I do this, I don’t want you harassing her.”
“Just wanna have a face-to-face with her without some other dick bein’ there.”
Vi’s eyebrows pinned together. “What other dick?”
Zeke scraped his fingers through his hair. “Some fuckin’ asshole puttin’ his hands all over her.”
“You mean she had a boyfriend or husband with her? Possibly the father of her son?”
Husband? “Asked him if the kid was his, he said no, that he was some loser’s.”
“Well, there you go, cuz. That’s proof the kid has to be yours, then,” she said on a laugh. She sobered quickly. “You could always get Lily to file in the courts. But Zeke…if, for some reason, this kid’s yours, you know what that means, right? Child support and actual responsibility. If he’s yours, you can’t just pop in and out of the kid’s life. You’d need to be—”
“Steady.” Did that word scare him? Fuck yeah, it did. But if he had a son, he’d be willing to give it a shot. And if he succeeded, maybe he’d stop disappointing everyone. Including himself.
“I’m not sure you’re capable of that.”
“Got a whole fuckin’ family behind me, Vi. Includin’ you.”
“You’re not asking for much.”
“Knew you’d agree.” One side of his mouth hiked up when she released another loud sigh.
“You’re such an asshole.”
“Should be used to assholes since your pop’s the king of ‘em.”
“Stop trying to steal his crown, Zeke. Especially if this boy turns out to be yours. If you keep acting stupid, Kyra’s going to fight you tooth and nail to keep you away from him, and with your record, the court might agree with her.”
She wasn’t wrong, but fuck if he was telling her that. She’d never let him live it down.
A deep voice came from the hallway. “You good, boss?”
Zeke glanced over his shoulder to see a buff, tattooed dude hovering in the hallway. He hooked a thumb in the newcomer’s direction. “Who the fuck’s this guy?”
Whoever it was must have thought Zeke’s question was an invitation to join them. When he stepped into Vi’s office he almost sucked all the oxygen from the room with his presence.
“This your ex-con boyfriend?”
Zeke’s head snapped back toward Vi. “You got a fuckin’ ex-con boyfriend?”
“No!” She grimaced and her eyes rose to the man standing behind Zeke. “No! Eww. This ex-con’s my cousin.”
The guy was showing off his ink and honed muscles by only wearing a tank top.
“Zeke, this is my new team member, Reaper. Reaper, this is Zeke. Or, as we like to call him, Trouble.”
Reaper’s hand shot out. “Clay Wyatt.”
Zeke clasped it and gave it a firm shake. “The sniper.”
Reaper didn’t confirm or deny that but he did eyeball Zeke’s cut. “Heard a lot about you, Trouble.”
“I’m sure.”
“Nothing good,” Reaper finished.
“No surprise.”
Reaper turned to face Vi. “So, you’re good then?”
Was this guy for real?
“Yes, he’s harmless. Thanks for being vigilant.”
With a nod, Reaper strode out of the office.
“Why’s he so damn concerned about you? You’re in your goddamn office with your cousin.”
“It’s part of who he is, I guess. By the way, Reaper’s got a sled.”
“So?” What did that have to do with his own issue?
“He might be interested in becoming an Angel.”
“Is his sled pink?”
“Wh—”
“Figured you meant he wanted to be one of your Furry Angels.”
“It’s Angels of Fury, you dick.”
“Same shit.”
“And, no, he can’t join our club. We don’t allow men.”
“Huh. Sounds like you discriminate.” He shot her a toothy smile.
What was good for the goose…
“Has to do with tradition. Wouldn’t want to break that,” she reminded him of his own words.
“Good that you get it. Who’s gonna sponsor him? Grim, Ghost, or T-Bone?” Leo, Chance and Ty were current Shadows, taking after their fathers, but unlike their fathers, they also rode with the DAMC.
“Nobody.”
“Don’t got a member named Nobody.”
“Zeke.”
“Vi. That dude wants to be a prospect?”
“No.”
Zeke shook his head. “Women. So damn confusin’.”
“He was a freaking sniper in the Marines, Zeke.”
“So?”
“If you have his back, he’ll have all of yours. Get it now?”
“No, since the Shadows always had the club’s back.”
“Right, when the owner was a part of the DAMC. I wasn’t good enough to be a member and was told to fuck off, remember?”
“You ain’t the owner, Vi. The club is. You just manage the fuckin’ place.”
She threw her head back and laughed. Actually threw her fucking head back.