I shrugged.
“Them’s the breaks,” I stated blithely. “Anyway, added deterrent to the others not to f**k up. It should all be good.”
Ren got closer and his arm got tighter when Deck’s face went way scary.
“You don’t understand me,” he said on a growl. “Nothing is good. My boy’s woman got buried alive. I’m cleanup in that situation in Carnal.”
I finally got it.
Those dudes were not going to get away with burying Faye alive.
I was down with that. Those shitheads deserved whatever this mountain of man had in store.
And anyway, that meant I could tick one thing off my watch list.
I didn’t speak macho alpha, therefore could not communicate telepathically, via chin lifts or through actions to other macho alphas, so I felt it prudent to agree verbally. I did this by mumbling, “Okeydokey.”
“You got anything that will help me do that in a timely manner,” he stated, “It’d be appreciated you turn that over to me.”
“What we have, you’ll have by tomorrow,” I told him, adding a call to Brody on my to-do list for the next day.
He nodded, reached in his back pocket, pulled out a wallet and then a card that he handed to me.
“Email,” he said.
It was my turn to nod as I shoved his card in my back pocket.
Deck looked at Ren. “No blowback.”
Why he told this to Ren, I did not know, but I suspected it was because I had a vagina.
I decided not to throw a hissy fit and I did this for two reasons. One, a hissy fit took time and I wanted to finish dinner, drink more champagne, eat my chocolate candle then do three, one, two (and maybe four) with Ren. Two, Jacob Decker could break me in half and he seemed to be fired up to accomplish his mission, so I didn’t feel it was wise to waste his time which might make him testy.
“Grateful,” Ren murmured.
I fought an eye roll.
“I’ll leave you to dinner,” Deck said.
He nodded to me, gave a macho badass chin jerk to Ren then disappeared through the door.
Ren let me go to walk to it and turn the locks.
He claimed me again and guided us back to the table.
Once there, after refreshing our champagne, he shared, “Jacob Decker. Qualifies for Mensa. Occupation, hazy. Reputation, not a guy you f**k with.”
I stared at Ren. “You checked him out?”
“I checked out everyone close to Faye Goodknight and Chace Keaton.”
I kept staring at Ren. “When did you have a chance to do this?”
“When I texted Dom to get his ass on it about five minutes after Keaton shook my hand and said, ‘Nice to meet you, I’m Chace Keaton,’ which was about two seconds before I laid into you.”
I continued staring at Ren. “Okay, why’d you do this?”
“Because you got your ass on radar for that guy and his woman, and since your ass is my ass, I protect that ass, both proactively and retrospectively. I do that by gathering any and all information on anyone who might be involved, even unintentionally, in threatening that ass.” He looked back to his plate, muttering, “Though I prefer proactively or not having to do it at all.”