the one who’d fainted?”
Flame frowned, then grunted. “Yeah.”
“But look at her.” I shook my head, even though it was awkward as hell. “She’s helping Bubbles. Even though she tried to mess up her momma’s marriage and tried to trap one of the men she loves.”
“Pretty much always underestimated her,” Flame admitted sadly. “Not her fault. Just…”
“Over-protecting her, I guess.”
“Yeah. She’s a better shot than me, did you know that?”
My brow puckered. “No. I didn’t. Not seen her with a gun since middle school.” And I’d stopped watching because seeing Ama armed and shooting had made Playboy look boring for my teen hormones.
Flame smirked. “Hell, you’re in for a show. Ask her sometime. You’ll get a kick out of it. She don’t like doing it, but she will if you ask nicely.”
Intrigued, I was about to pump him for more information when one of the main pigs, a dude who strutted around like John Wayne—even had fucking spurs on his goddamn cowboy boots, because that made him a real man—headed over to Wolfe, crouched down, and said, “You’re free to go. This time.”
Though I could feel the cheer we all wanted to holler, none of us said shit. We kept things quiet and waited until we were all released from our cuffs.
When Flame and I were free, we headed over to where Wolfe was, and I overheard, “This sounds like entrapment to me, sir,” Wolfe snarled, his eyes shifting first to Lucie and Ama who were both safe and were still waiting on an ambulance—if they could even get out here with all the goddamn cars taking up the road—and then over to us, his council, as we circled him.
John Wayne spat on the ground and said softly, too softly for the colleagues still freeing my brothers to hear, “This can become a regular thing or it can be wiped away… your choice. You got my number. I’ll be waiting on your call.”
When the douche stepped away, I saw the card Wolfe was flipping between his fingers. Flame, spying it, grabbed it, and then began flickering with the lighter that was pretty much glued to him.
“Don’t set it alight,” Wolfe growled.
“Not gonna,” Flame denied. “What’s he want?”
“Guess,” Wolfe rumbled, his eyes on the officers who were heading into their cars.
Over thirty vehicles, sixty cops, all with doors wide open, and lights flashing like this was something from a goddamn movie.
I shook my head at the sight. “Ain’t they got other clubs to go irritate? Not like we’re heavy into the drugs anymore.”
Wolfe shrugged. “If that cunt gave them an in, they’re going to go where the shit stinks. Like true pigs,” he hollered as the cars took off in a wave of dust that had us all choking on it.
When they were finally cleared, Dagger muttered, “Gonna go and check for bugs.”
Wolfe nodded. “Sweep in church first, then the surrounding areas. Let everyone know we got a proposition to deal with.”
“Sure.”
As he strode off, nodding at a few of the guys to help him work, I grabbed my cell and shot out a text to the church-going brothers.
“Done,” I told Wolfe, who was staring after the cop cars in the distance. The lay of our land was such that we were on high ground, so we could see all the way down to the turn off for the highway.
“Glad to know the hidden partition is still good enough,” the Prez muttered.
I grimaced. “Yeah. Last thing we need to explain is The Pit.”
A grunt escaped him. “It’s clean, but yeah, explaining that shit would require an Oscar-worthy performance too. Ain’t none of us that good at lying.” He paused, then gritted out, “Speaking of which.” When he strode over to Jinx who’d run over to Bubbles the second he’d been freed, I wasn’t surprised when he picked him up by his cut and demanded, “Is that baby yours? Or is she fobbing it off on you too?”
Ama, still on her knees next to Bubbles, cried, “Daddy! Not now. There’s a time and a place!”
Lucie grunted. “Sadly, darlin’, she’s right.” But she didn’t look happy about it, and considering I’d seen her fucking cry in church? Hell, no, I could understand why she wasn’t.
Wolfe didn’t stand down, though, just glowered at Jinx who shrugged. “Says it’s mine.”
“She’s said it’s mine and Saint’s too,” he growled.
“Mine as well,” Dax hollered.
“Me, too,” Hound muttered.
“Fuck me, that’s five daddies. Jesus, kid’s gonna have more than you, Ama, if this shit carries on,” Lucie grumbled, and I