casserole, with two boys who’re eating down in the basement in front of a PlayStation but could come up at any minute and anyway, they’re big on listenin’ in when they shouldn’t, and women around the table, wasn’t the way to go,” Rush said. “You want it all, the other body was my sister’s best friend, dumped behind a bar, and keeping her company in her body bag were two skulls and some tarantulas. This shit is fucked up. This isn’t about women’s liberation. This is about women getting dead.”
Diesel and Maddox stared at him a beat before they looked at each other.
“I’ll call her,” Diesel said.
“Right,” Maddox replied.
Rush drew in breath and went back to pancakes.
“That gonna take a while?” Diesel asked about breakfast.
“You got at least twenty,” Rush told him. “Probably thirty.”
“Imma gonna go up, get my phone, chat with Sixx, shower,” Diesel said low, and Rush knew he was talking to Maddox.
“Okay, bud,” Maddox replied.
Rush heard movement and knew when he was alone with Maddox.
“Bacon?” Rush asked.
“A man says no to bacon, he’s got a pussy and he’s on a diet,” Maddox answered.
Rush chuckled as he went to the fridge to get bacon.
“You fuck her over, you know, Club or not, we’re gonna fuck you up,” Maddox noted casually.
Rush tossed the bacon on his counter and gave the man his eyes.
“I fuck her over, I deserve that.”
They stared at each other, not coming to an understanding, coming to the understanding they were alike.
“She’s the second-best woman I’ve ever met,” Maddox said quietly. “And I got a sister I love and so does Molly, though the love for Molly’s sister is harder, still got it.”
“This isn’t going fast because of circumstances. It’s going fast because Rebel is Rebel,” Rush explained.
“I hear that,” Maddox muttered.
Rush got out a knife to slice open the bacon.
“Way down with you givin’ us the honesty, brother,” Maddox said.
Rush looked back at him. “Works out, it’s all in the family.”
Maddox smiled a nasty smile, which even Rush knew got his man hard and his woman wet, before he lifted his mug and drained it.
They heard the shower go on upstairs, and that gave Maddox a nasty look that didn’t hide shit.
Maddox still shared.
“Time to shower,” he muttered, sliding off his stool and strolling out of the room.
Rush grinned, turning back to what he was doing.
He had the batter resting and the bacon frying when he heard, “They’re fucking in the shower.”
He turned to see Rebel in his Henley from yesterday, the arms too long, the hem not quite long enough (but it worked for him), barely covering her ass, her hair wild from sleep and sex, her face sleepy and pouty, and he immediately wished he hadn’t offered breakfast.
“They’re men. Men fuck. If they can, they do it often. If they could, they’d do it all the time,” he returned.
“This is like, Fuck Central,” she grumbled, moving toward him.
Check that.
She passed him moving toward the coffee.
“Babe,” he called.
“What?” she asked, reaching for a mug.
“Babe,” he repeated.
“What?” she asked, looking his way.
“You don’t kiss me, I caught Maddox goin’ at Diesel’s mouth when I came down. They’re gonna catch you bent over my counter, takin’ my cock, your ass red when they do.”
Her eyes flashed, his cock twitched, then she moved into him, pressed close, went up on her toes and offered her mouth.
He took it.
She’d brushed her teeth.
So he went at her.
His phone ringing at his ass stopped them.
He broke it off, touched his lips to the apple of her cheek then shifted away.
She went back to her coffee.
He pulled out his phone and looked at the screen.
Shy.
He took the call.
“Yo,” he greeted.
Shy didn’t ease into it.
“Can’t know at this point, but the working assumption is that Chew went on a rampage last night. Took out five of Valenzuela’s girls. After he killed them, he robbed ’em of everything they had.”
Rush stood solid.
Shy kept going.
“He’s either desperate, and if he was, he’d get the fuck out of town. Or he’s gearing up to pull some shit. Knight’s mobilized. Nightingale has offered resources. Hawk’s got some Dominatrix, who got seriously roughed up, that he’s sitting on with the threat to press charges against Valenzuela to get his head in the game. And brothers are heading out in pairs. You and Snap. He says noon. You two figure it out from here. I got shit to do.”
“Right,” Rush pushed out.
“Later.”
“Yeah. Later.”
They disconnected.
“What?”
He stared at the bacon frying until he felt Rebel’s hand low on his back.