Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,5
had his arms wrapped around Raquel who was visibly upset, and I’d maybe, perhaps, quietly lost my shit a little, calling Chad and having him pick me up for a night out on the town. Chad was a guy who’d been asking me out for a while and I hadn’t really felt a connection with, but since Rabbit had his head up his ass, I figured I might as well take a chance. I had hoped I could have a nice night out with a normal guy.
Only, it hadn’t really gone that way. I was pretty sure Rabbit had put every obstacle imaginable in our way that night, including, but not limited to, a flat tire and Chad’s credit card not only being denied, but confiscated.
“You messed with him, didn’t you?” I focused on Rabbit again. “That night.”
He grinned.
The fucker grinned.
“I knew it,” I snapped. “Why the hell would you do that?”
He shrugged, crossing his arms. “Chad was a pussy. Couldn’t even change a tire.”
“He had Triple A, he didn’t need to know how to change a tire.”
“A man’s not a man unless he can change a tire, Parker.”
Chad wasn’t a man for a lot of other reasons, but I wasn’t willing to share any of those reasons with Rabbit right now.
“How the hell did you know he had a flat tire?” I challenged.
Rabbit just shrugged.
“You did something to his tire, didn’t you?”
He shrugged again.
I narrowed my eyes. “And shut down his credit card?”
He continued to stare at me, his silence answer enough.
“You had no right to mess with his livelihood, Zane.”
“I flagged one of his credit cards,” he retorted. “For an hour. It was nothing.”
“What if he’d taken me somewhere Triple A couldn’t get to for hours?”
“There was no way in hell he was gonna take you anywhere I couldn’t find you, Pebbles, so that wasn’t a risk.”
“You followed us?” I hissed.
“Not me, no.”
“Well, if you ordered it, it’s the same thing.”
He shrugged again. “We’re gettin’ sidetracked.”
“Zane—”
“Baby, I’m stickin’ around,” he said. “Permanently. You need to wrap your head around it and figure out how you want it to work.”
“How I want what to work?”
“You seriously gonna act dumb, Pebbles?”
I wrinkled my nose. “You can’t stay at the shop permanently, Rabbit. There’s no shower.”
His lips twitched and he uncrossed his arms, sliding a hand to my neck again. “Focus, Parker. You and I are gettin’ hitched. You want a dress, get one, but it’s gotta be here by Friday.”
“That’s barely a week.”
“It’s eight days.”
“It could be three months,” I said. “It won’t be enough time to get a dress.”
His hand squeezed my neck. “Figure it out.”
“I need more time.”
He raised an eyebrow. “No.”
“Then, I’m not marrying you.”
“So, you’re saying if you had more time, you’d marry me?” he challenged.
“Goddammit.” I really shouldn’t try to spar verbally with him.
He grinned, his lips covering mine gently. “Two weeks.”
“No.”
“Parker, I know you don’t want to deal with a big wedding. This solves that. We get married at the courthouse, then have a party after the fact.”
“Parker Adeline Powers! Where the hell are you?” my brother, Levi, bellowed through the halls.
I pulled away from Rabbit and made my way toward my brother, finding strong arms wrapped around me as I stepped out of the room. “What the fuck happened?”
“Welcome to the party,” I retorted.
“I’ve been in court all morning. We just broke for lunch,” he explained.
My brother was an environmental lawyer, typically working for large corporations, but had become the unofficial counsel for the Dogs of Fire Savannah, so he was close with several of the bikers.
“What happened?” Levi asked again, and I filled him in, feeling Rabbit at my back.
As I relayed the story, I felt shaky all over again, and Rabbit’s arms slid around my waist from behind.
“You got brothers on her?” Levi asked Rabbit.
“Yeah,” Rabbit said. “Going forward. No less than two, but probably four every day.”
“Four? Every day?” I asked, craning my neck to look up at Rabbit.
“Every day,” he confirmed.
“I’m not here every day.”
“Don’t give a shit.”
I raised an eyebrow. “A little overkill, don’t you think?”
“No,” my brother answered for him.
“Glad we’re on the same page,” Rabbit said.
“You’re doing that thing again,” I accused.
He gave my hip a pat. “You can deal with me once we’re married.”
“Zane,” I hissed.
“What? We have some plans to make and you have a dress to order.”
“Ixnay on the eddingway,” I ordered, nodding toward my brother.
Levi chuckled. “You can’t be surprised he’s pushing for this, sis.”