shower.
She glanced over her shoulder and smiled before saying, "Thanks, Dodge. Please set Willow on the toilet and I'll help her from here."
I paused for a moment, because I liked the thought of me being the one to help her naked body in the shower, to wash away her troubles, but then my dick jerked under my jeans. I quickly placed her on the toilet. She looked up at me and uttered, "Thank you...for everything."
"Uh-huh," was my awesome reply. Stupid idiot.
Turning, I found Dive leaning against the doorframe. "If you ladies need any help in here, I'm totally up for it." He smiled but then the grin faded a little when he saw my glare. I started for him, and he quickly backed out and yelled, "Or not! Nope, I'm not helping at all, so don't ask."
Before leaving, I spun around and eyed Willow, who was already looking at me. "I need a favour," I said.
"Yes, anything."
"I want your cousin's address."
Her eyes widened, and her hand went to her throat. "But..."
"Little bird, don't protect that scum. Give it to me."
"No,"—she shook her head—"I would never protect him, not after...but you could get hurt." She nervously looked to the floor. My eyes glanced over at Josie to see her smiling then looked back at Willow.
Her words shocked the fuck outta me. She was worried I'd be hurt.
"Willow," Josie began. "Dodge will be fine. He'll have brothers at his back. He won't go in it alone. It's not how they work." She reassured the worried Willow, who still looked unsure as she bit her bottom lip and furrowed her brow.
"Promise things will go smoothly," I offered.
She looked up at me and nodded, then rattled off the address. My blood pumped hard in my body, causing my heart to tick faster; I was excited to hurt the fucking cousin, and hoped it would lead me to the cunt who wanted to buy her.
With a chin lift, I said, "You'll be safe here. Billy and Dive are staying."
"Pick's going with you?" Josie asked.
"Yeah, and he's ringin' in Dallas." She gave me a nod and I walked out of the room, listening to the door close behind me.
* * * *
W e stopped our Harleys a block away, just in case the dick did have friends with him. We wanted to go in quiet to see what we'd be in for—before I blew his brains out. Dallas went left, Pick went right, and I went head-on. There was a car in the drive, but other than that, there was nothing else. It was hard to tell if anyone was home; all the blinds were shut tight.
It crossed my mind it was a trap, but I wasn't backing away. I knew Pick and Dallas would be close by, so I went for the front door and knocked.
Nothing.
I knocked again and then I heard footsteps.
The door opened and in the doorway stood a skinny black fucker. His eyes widened and he took in my club vest. "Fuck," he hissed.
"You got that right." I smiled and shoved him backward. I walked in, closed the door, and turned on the light to see Pick and Dallas already standing in the living room. Her cousin turned, spotted them and screamed like a bitch.
"Look, I don't know where the bitch got to!" he yelled. "I'm looking for her as fast as I can, but you fuckers keep turning up and wasting my time."
So there were more hounding him.
We watched him study us. "Wait...fuck, fuck, fuck. You got nothing to do with the deal, do youse?"
"No, but we want to know who you are dealing with."
He backed up into the wall. "No, no. I can't say or they'll kill me." I got close and drew out my knife from my belt at the back of my pants.
"And you think we won't?" I snarled.
He shook his head. "No." The dick actually smiled. His eyes flicked to my patch and then back to my face. "I've heard about the Hawks MC. Youse don't deal in trouble."
"Wrong." It was my turn to smile before I forced my blade into his wrist against the wall. His scream was blocked off by Dallas's hand over his mouth. "Most of the members don't feel the need to deal in trouble because they have us to do it for them. You heard of the enforcers for the club?"
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