pair of boxers that I stored in a dresser in here, and strolled right on out, hoping to fuck that Saint had prepped some coffee.
I needed plenty of that today.
Grabbing my cell from the nightstand, I stared down at the several unread messages but no missed calls, and tried to take heart from that. Yet, as I stepped away from the bed and made my way to the kitchen, what I read didn’t exactly warm my heart.
Wolfe: ATF motherfuckers just shown up. They’re asking for me. If I don’t tell you I’m okay, be careful with what you share with Ama. I don’t want this to break her heart.
A few hours later, he’d sent: All clear. The fuckers found nothing.
My lips twitched at the barrage of ‘strong’ arm emojis bombarding the bottom quarter of my screen.
When I connected the call, I wasn’t surprised when he answered. Dipping my chin at Saint who was at the kitchen table and staring into his coffee like it held the answers to life, I said, “You all right, Prez?”
Concern flashed in Saint’s eyes, and I nodded my head to the side to let him know that everything was fine.
Or as fine as it could get when Keys’ sister might be a snitch.
Fuck, that was going to be an epic conversation.
“Yeah, they found shit and didn’t even have enough to arrest one of us.”
“What about Martin’s men?”
Wolfe grunted. “They’re fucked. He tried again last night, but the cops just aren’t interested in what he’s offering them.”
“That’s a fucking shame,” I replied on a tired sigh. They might be Knights’ and I might have spent a few years at war with them, but they were brothers-in-arms now. Scrubbing a hand over my face, I asked, “Is there anything I can do?”
“For them? No. Martin’s council has that in hand. It’s a shitty fact of life. Just fucking sucks that it’s because we may have a snitch living among us.”
“Lucie learn anything?” I questioned, as I poured myself coffee from the thankfully full pot. Stacking the phone between my ear and shoulder, I added creamer and sugar—morning was the only time I didn’t take my coffee black.
“Yeah. She learned the bruises were makeup.”
I whistled under my breath. “What about the baby?”
“That’s real. Apparently she just doesn’t need to pee a lot. And that’s a sentence I never imagined telling you.”
I laughed, but sobered up to ask, “Is Hex the father?”
“I don’t know. She won’t say. Seems like it, but she’s gone quiet on all fronts. Lucie is keeping an eye on her.”
“Fuck. I wouldn’t want to be Kenzie.” I could feel Saint’s attention prick up at that, but I ignored him for the moment. “What about Bubbles? Saint said she pulled that shit on him too.”
For a second, I was sure he’d disconnected the call, then he ground out, “Is Saint there?”
“Yeah. Want to speak with him?”
“Yes. I fucking do.”
I shoved the phone at Saint as I turned around and stepped back to the table. “Wolfe wants to talk to you.”
“Wolfe?” he asked hesitantly.
Though the conversation should have been one-sided, I could hear Wolfe’s voice down the line. “You sure that spawn ain’t your brat?”
“No. I always used a rubber. Always. And I never fucked her when I was drunk. Hell, you know me, Wolfe. I don’t even get drunk that much anymore.”
He didn’t have to say that was because of Ama. That went without saying.
Wolfe grunted. “Ink keyed you in on what she pulled with me?”
“Yeah.”
“Know who the father might be?”
He snorted. “Your guess is as good as mine. I mean, I guess she has her favorites, and I figure I’m one of them, but she gets passed around the club. You know that.”
“Yeah, unfortunately I do.” Wolfe grunted again— figured it was going to be one of those days when he did that more than scream. I had to figure that was a blessing considering the night he must have had.
I couldn’t imagine the ATF had been ‘friendly’ when they’d raided our place. Most of the brothers would have been hauled into the front yard in handcuffs and tossed on the ground, face forward.
I didn’t doubt the ATF would have landed a few kicks to the back too.
Saint cleared his throat. “I-I know it’s not my place, but is Lucie okay?”
“It’s your place. Or ain’t you my son-in-law now?” Wolfe grunted. “Trust me to get a daughter who doesn’t fall far from her mother’s tree.” He huffed. “Dear God, please don’t let Seamus and Matty