man tried to touch her son.
“It’s alight, his bark is as bad as his bite,” Keys said, putting his arm around Palmer in a protective gesture.
“You mean his bark is worse than his bite?” she asked.
“Nope, they’re both bad.”
King huffed, moving closer. “Ignore him. I’m King and that’s my brother from the same mother Duke. The asshole driving like a racecar driver on crack is Traeger. Now introductions are over. If the three of you will load up in our cage, while Dragon and Katana take the victims in theirs, we’ll move this party elsewhere.”
She could tell he was used to ordering people around and being obeyed. “I need his car seat.”
“We got you covered, girl. Let’s go.” King turned back around, strolling back to the SUV as if knowing he would be followed, like he was used to giving orders.
Palmer noticed his brother stayed outside the vehicle looking around as if expecting trouble.
“Keys is bleeding,” she muttered.
“He won’t die. He’s been shot a dozen times. I think he’s on his fifth life.” The one named Duke looked Keys up and down. “Nah, flesh wound. We’ll take care of it on the road.”
“Climb in, baby. I promise, I’ve lost more blood shaving.” Keys took Jaxson from her so she could get in the Suburban.
She wasn’t too sure about their assertions but also knew there would be no arguing with any of them. Dragon and Katana had done something to the Langley’s as both men had one each hanging over their shoulders. Blaire’s and Blaine’s arms swung limply back and forth as Dragon and Katana calmly strolled to the sinister looking black vehicle she’d seen earlier. Did all MC brothers only drive black SUVs or motorcycles she wondered lamely?
Keys handed her Jaxson once she was in, her son babbling happily while she buckled him into the car seat.
“You’re handling things like a champ, sassy girl.” Keys pressed a kiss to her lips, sliding in next to her.
“How can you say that when I swear my heart is beating so hard even the man driving must hear it.” She pressed her hand to her chest, taking a deep breath in and letting it out.
“If you don’t stop looking so damn fuckable, I’m liable to shove you and I both into the backseat while Duke sits up here and babysits Hoss during the drive.”
His words made her body heat up in longing, but then Duke snorted from the third-row seat.
She turned to the side; double checking Jaxson was strapped into the rear-facing car seat properly. “Keys, you are going to embarrass me.”
His hand squeezed her thigh. “Trust me, these three men have seen and done more than you and I could ever do in our entire lives. They are nasty boys,” he joked.
Traeger raised his right hand, giving him the finger. “I’ll make sure my ole lady knows you think I’m nasty.”
“Are you married?” Palmer asked.
Traeger met her gaze in the rearview mirror. “I will be as soon as she says yes.”
King gripped his shoulder. “She will, you just gotta be patient and if all else fails, sick Ayesha on her. That woman can make a grown man cry and do as she asks.”
Satisfaction curled around every word he said. She wondered who the woman he spoke of was, but the vehicle they were riding in began slowing. “Where are we going?”
King turned in his seat. “You and little man there are going to a safe house we’ve procured while we take care of some business. And before you protest that you need to be in on what’s going down, let me tell you that’s not how I handle shit. I’m the President. I’ll tell Keys what’s going on, and if he wants to tell you then he can since you’re his ole lady, but in this I won’t be swayed. You’re a mother with a little boy. Do you want to risk your life or his? Because I’m gonna be real fucking honest, this isn’t brunch with a church group, girl.”
KEYS WANTED TO TELL King to back the fuck off his woman, but he didn’t. No, he could tell by the look in King’s eyes and the way Traeger was white knuckling the steering wheel whatever had gone down, he wasn’t going to like it. Not that he had anything better to add with the revelations he’d gotten from Thomas fucking Kincaid in the woods. Shit, he still couldn’t believe the fucker had faked his own death. He wondered who they’d killed