Great. Once they started, they could go on like this for hours. I hung up, knowing Kit wouldn’t even notice. I’d talk to Hunter after my shower, I decided. I wasn’t quite sure what to think. I wanted to be with my family for the holiday, but I didn’t entirely trust Dad not to shoot Hunter. He’d nearly killed at least two of my boyfriends in the past, and they hadn’t even done anything to piss him off.
I shut the door and locked it, then stripped down and stepped into the shower with a shudder. I’d bleached the hell out of it the first morning I’d stayed there, but whatever lived in there was vigorous and fighting back. Nasty black crap was already creeping in along the seams.
Kelsey, I thought. Talk to Kelsey, see if she has room. No matter how much you love him, you can’t live in a house where the shower is hostile and sentient.
And to think, all this time I’d been afraid of the Devil’s Jacks and their guns—it’d never occurred to me that the real danger was their disgusting, moldy bathroom.
Chemical warfare.
Hopefully Hunter would go to Dad’s house with me. At least there, I knew the bathroom would be cleanish. I’d only been gone from Coeur d’Alene a month, nowhere near enough time for this kind of damage, even if Dad deliberately sprayed the mold with magic mold-food every day.
HUNTER
Em sat on my lap, her legs on either side of my hips, facing me. She was a smart girl—it’s pretty damned hard for a man to say no to a woman when her pussy’s snuggling up to his cock. Would’ve been perfect if it weren’t for her clothes. I really needed to steal those, maybe set them on fire …
“So you’ll come with me?” she asked. “I won’t leave without you, but I really want to go. You can even bring Kelsey.”
I snorted.
“Kelsey hates holidays. Says they make her think of kittens vomiting, too much nice family crap.”
Em frowned and cocked her head.
“That makes me sad,” she said softly. “You guys deserved so much better.”
“It’s better now, babe.” I leaned up and kissed her, sucking her lower lip into my mouth. She wiggled against my dick, with predictable results. Would I ever get tired of holding this woman? Couldn’t imagine it happening, that’s for damned sure.
Then she pulled away and I groaned.
“You didn’t answer my question,” she said, smiling at me eagerly. “Will you come for Thanksgiving?”
“You’re not being particularly subtle,” I told her, raising a brow.
“I’m all about direct communication. What’s the verdict?”
“I need to talk to Burke about it,” I said, considering. “I know it’s about seeing your family, but there could be larger implications. But if Burke’s okay with it, I can’t imagine anything more fun than spending a holiday in the home of the man who wants me dead. Like our own fuckin’ Hallmark movie, but with live ammo.”
Em squealed, wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing tight. This crushed her boobs against my chest, which I approved of completely. Did Hallmark movies have sex scenes?
“You’re the best,” she whispered. “I can’t wait to show you everything. And I promise, I’ll protect you from Dad.”
I burst out laughing.
“I don’t need protection.”
She pulled away and gave me a look.
“Yeah, right,” she muttered. “You’re a big bad biker and everyone is afraid of you. Unfortunately, so are the Reapers, and there’s a whole lot of them all concentrated in one place. We’re going to play it safe the whole time, I promise. This means so much to me, Liam—when will you talk to Burke?”
“He’s supposed to call sometime this evening,” I said, running my hands down her back to cup her ass. “I’ll ask him then.”
“Sounds good,” she murmured as I pulled her up tight into my hips. Then I rolled until she lay flat under me, all soft and open and gorgeous.
“I love seeing you like this,” I said. “Love it when your hair is all over my pillow. I want a picture.”
“What do you mean?”
I reached for my phone, unlocking it and opening the camera app. Then I sat up, straddling her, and held it over her head.
“I want a picture of you like this. Smile for me.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Way to put me on the spot,” she muttered, but she smiled. Then right as I took the shot, she stuck out her tongue.
“You’re a very naughty girl,” I said, frowning at her. “Now smile for real this time or I’m giving you a spanking.”
I snapped another shot as the disposable cell on my bedside table started ringing.
“That’ll be Burke,” I said. I dropped my phone on the covers and reached for the burner. “I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t move.”
She laughed and nodded. I took the cell and stepped out of the room, answering it in the hallway.
“Hey,” I said. “What’s up?”
“The sky and hard dicks,” Burke said. “What the hell do you think?”
I snorted.
“God, you’re a ray of sunshine in my life.”
“I do my best. We’ve got news,” he said. “Not good news. I guess there’s a guy up in Coeur d’Alene pretending to be a Devil’s Jack. Got a call from a bar owner, says he’s been in a couple times, talking shit about the Reapers, making threats.”
“You’re fucking kidding me.”
“Nope.”
“Any chance he’s one of ours?” I asked. Shit. I really, really didn’t want to put another brother in the ground.
“He’s not ours,” Burke said. “But he’s sneaky as hell. I guess the Reapers know about him, but they haven’t caught up to him yet. He must’ve been sent by the cartel, kind of like waving a red flag in front of a bull. They’re desperate for us to turn on each other. I think there’s something deeper going on down south than just a territorial expansion. This isn’t their usual M.O.”
“You want me to look into it?” I asked, leaning back against the wall. “I’ve got the perfect excuse. You’ll never guess who called today and invited me to his place for Thanksgiving.”
“Hayes?”
“Got it in one,” I answered. “You think it’s related?”
“Possible,” Burke said. “I can think of several reasons he might do it. He wants his kid back, probably sees inviting you as the best way to get her there. Not only that, you walk right into his house, easy as hell to ambush you. Or I suppose—and this is a hell of a long shot—that it’s possible he’s just being a decent human being, opening his home to his daughter’s old man. If we can open communications, that’d be a real win-win here.”
“So basically I’m bait?” I asked.
“I prefer the word ‘chum.’ ”
“You have no idea how inspiring it is for a man to get a personal pep talk like this from his president. I’m assuming finding this faker is a high priority while I’m there?”
“You got it.”
“And if I find him?”
“I’ll want to talk to him,” Burke said. “If he’s connected to the cartel, we’ll share him with the Reapers. Maybe that’ll convince them we’re for real. After that, accidents happen. Now go tell your girl you’re going home with her for the holiday. Maybe get a special ‘thank you’ blow job. I think you should enjoy your dick while you still can—Reese Hayes is probably planning to cut it off when you get there.”
He hung up on me, and I snorted. Always a joy.
I turned off the phone and opened my bedroom door.
“Hey, babe …”
I froze, taking in the sight of Em kneeling in the center of my bed, staring at me with tearstained eyes. Her hand trembled as she held up my phone. Fuck. Something was very, very wrong.
“I wanted to surprise you,” she said softly. “Put that new picture with my contact info, so you’d see it whenever I call. I went to grab the one you just took.”
Oh, double fuck. I knew exactly where this was going.
“Em—”
“Don’t you fucking talk to me!” she screamed suddenly, throwing the phone across the room at me like a missile. I ducked and it hit the wall, faceplate shattering.