“Right…Ronny?” Bear mumbles but doesn’t sound convinced.
“Johnny?” Psycho immediately shakes his head like that’s not right either.
“Sonny, maybe?” Sledge adds but the eighties are long gone, so that’s a no.
“Ethan.” We all look at Kinkaid, whose facial expression says we’re all fucking idiots.
It’s my turn to snap my fingers. “That’s it!” She does have a point, we were way off.
“Okay, let’s work out a plan and put these motherfuckers in the ground.” Fists bang on the wooden table all around.
That’s what I’m fucking talkin’ about.
“This plan sucks.” It’s my turn to pout, and if I weren’t so afraid of Hoops putting me on permanent getaway car duty, I’d punch his pretty face for icing me out.
“What sucks is that I didn’t get shot in the ass, yet here I am…babysitting you.” My head snaps to the side so Kinkaid can clearly see my glare.
“Just so you know, I’m going to vote against you as a bro—sister.” I won’t, obviously, she’s a fucking asset and will probablyrun this club one day, but she doesn’t know that. Plus, no fucking way we’re not voting in our very first woman member. That’s fucked up. But she doesn’t need to know that, either…yet.
“Hmmm…” Is all the reaction I get, and it’s frustrating. I want a fight and she’s giving me silence.
“I should be in there. Boner’s my best friend. It’s my job to keep him safe.” My fingers are tapping on the truck’s steering wheel while we wait for my boys to run out with the dead bodies.
My idea was to take them to the morgue downstairs, but according to Spence, every body is accounted for and because most of us have criminal records, it would only take one DNA sample to link the extra, freshly dead bodies back to the club.
“You heard Hoops, you’d only slow them down with that limp.” I wonder if I can stab her and say it was self-inflicted.
“It’s not that bad.” I can walk just fine.
“Gryffin runs faster than you. On all fours.” This time, I growl at her insubordination.
“Whatever.” It’s all I’ve got at this point, which makes Kincaid smile and, for her, that’s the equivalent of laughing her ass off. At least there’s that…I made Kincaid soft. Although I’d never tell her that. I love my balls too much.
Watching the entrance at the side of the hospital building where Ethan, the loyal orderly, met the brothers to let them inside, I grow more impatient with each passing minute. I need a distraction.
“What are you and Spencer getting all secretive about?” I don’t look at her as I ask the question but I can feel her entire body stiffen on the seat beside me. That should’ve been my first clue to change the subject. “Hope you’re not thinking of turning him straight ‘cause that’s not a thing.” If it were, I’m sure Parker would have done it by now.
My mind immediately goes to my two favorite people and I wonder what they’re doing. If they’re sleeping or talking orjust enjoying the silence. Although, knowing my Stabby, if she’s awake, she’s probably talking his ear off even as he nods off.
“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to steal Spencer from you.” I can almost feel her eyeroll.
“Who said anything about being worried?” The side door opens, then closes as a janitor throws a couple of garbage bags into the dumpster. Fuck, I thought it was the brothers.
“Then we’re good.” I blink at the clipped tone and armored steel curtain she just used to end the conversation. This is now more than just a distraction…color me intrigued.
“Oh, we’re far from good. What gives?” A cat approaches the dumpster, rubbing itself against one of the wheels while sniffing out the air.
“It’s personal so butt out.”
My attention veers from the alley cat as I swing my head back to Kincaid and stare at her profile. Her features are like marble, hard and emotionless, her posture straight as a fucking light pole as her right leg bounces the tiniest bit like she’s trying to control that movement but is somehow incapable of it.
“You gotta—” I’m looking down at my ringing phone as I speak but I don’t get to finish that phrase. Both side windows are smashed open and Kincaid and I are suddenly getting up close and personal with the barrel of a gun at our temples.
“You move and we fucking blow your brains out right here and now.”
Kincaid and I are looking at each other as these two-bit mafia wannabes try to shake us down. I’m well aware that most sane people would take heed of this kind of warning, but as I keep trying to tell everyone…I’m not fucking normal goddammit.
I grin and Kincaid’s face goes from annoyed to ecstatic in half a second. There are few people I’d happily get held at gunpoint with and she’s one of them. Obviously, Parker and Psycho are at the top of that list, too.