Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,30
but today put us out, okay?”
Before I could answer, my phone buzzed in my hand and I glanced at the screen. “It’s Rabbit.”
“I’ll give you a minute,” Willow said, and stepped out.
“Hi.”
“Hey, baby, you doin’ okay?” he asked.
“I wasn’t, but then Willow did her thing,” I admitted.
“Why weren’t you doin’ okay?”
“It’s just overwhelming, which, I’m assuming, is why you’re calling.”
“Figured you’d have a good two hours in you before you needed a pep talk,” he admitted.
I couldn’t help but smile. “How is it possible you know me so well? I don’t even know myself that well.”
“Soul mate, Pebbles.”
I sighed. “I love you.”
“Love you too, baby.”
“Is Levi with you?”
“Yeah, baby, he’s already a shot of tequila in.”
“Would you stop trying to get my brother drunk?”
“No,” he said. “He’s funny as shit when he’s drunk.”
I rolled my eyes. This was kind of true. Levi was usually pretty stoic and ultra-professional, the attorney in him always at the forefront of his persona. But when he drank, he loosened up and was actually really funny.
“Well, please pace yourselves. I want you lucid when we say our vows… again.”
He chuckled. “I got your back, honey. I’ll see you in an hour.”
“Don’t hang up yet. Give me one more minute of hearing your voice,” I begged.
“Want me to talk dirty?”
I chuckled. “I don’t think that’d be a good idea. I’m already a little primed.”
“You want me to sing somethin’? I just bought Rocky Road ice cream.”
“I don’t like Rocky Road,” I said.
“Yeah, but I Love Rocky Road,” he sang Weird Al’s song to me into the phone, making me laugh.
“Nice pull, Zane.”
“Thank you,” he said, and chuckled. “You gonna wear panties today?”
“Stop,” I hissed.
“You go bare, baby, and I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You’ll make it worth my while even if I don’t go bare.”
“Rabbit!” Doom bellowed in the background.
“You good, baby?” he asked.
“Yeah. Thanks, honey. I needed this.”
“Love you.”
“Love you, too,” I said, then he was gone.
I pulled open my bedroom door and my girls filed in to help me get into my dress. Then it was time to get to the club and marry my man… again.
* * *
Rabbit
“Rabbit!” Doom bellowed again, and I slid my phone into my pocket.
“Keep your pants on,” I said with a sigh, and headed back into the great room. “What’s so fuckin’ urgent?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact your sister’s here to celebrate with you,” Jette droned sarcastically.
“Holy shit,” I growled, closing the distance between us and pulling her in for a tight hug. “How the fuck—?”
“That would be us,” Raquel said, wrapped around her man, Orion, and smiling from behind my sister.
I squeezed my sister and she kissed my cheek. “I have missed you, Zaney.”
“Missed you too, JetPack.” I kept my arm around her as I hugged Raquel and fist bumped Orion.
“Any issues with gettin’ her here?” I asked Orion.
He shook his head. “Nope.”
“Thanks, brother.”
He gave me a chin lift and smiled.
“Do you have a few minutes to talk?” Jette asked me.
“Yeah. ’Course.” I took her hand and led her into the bunkroom, closing the door behind us. “What’s up?”
“I looked over your notes,” she said.
I’d asked her to look into what Booker had found, but hadn’t heard back. Probably because she knew she’d be here and could deliver the information in person.
“What’d you find?”
“I think this Beast person is in Colorado.”
“What? Seriously?”
She nodded. “They’re fuckin’ with the Howlers, too, so I took the information Booker sent and went down a different route. They’ve covered their tracks, but not quite good enough. I followed the soap scum and found there are three IP addresses that pop up more often than not before they’re hidden again. All three are in Colorado. Just not sure where yet.”
I crossed my arms and frowned. “Which puts you in more danger. Don’t like that.”
“I’m covered,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “Only three people know who I really am. And I’m not there because this asshole is looking for me. It’s all good.”
I leaned toward her. “Three?”
“Orion, Raquel, me.”
I relaxed. “Right.”
She smiled. “I’m good, Zane. Covered completely.”
“I can’t help but worry. You know that. You’re so far away and the FBI aren’t typically known for giving up.”
Jette was being hunted by the FBI, not because she was in trouble, but because she was a material witness in a case that would get her dead if she was found.
“You’d be worried even if I was next to you,” she pointed out.
I dragged my hands down my face. “This is probably true.”