“Her and Rock left for the weekend,” Will said as he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants from the dresser and slipped them on before striding back to the bed. “They were goin’ up campin’ and we haven’t been able to reach either of them.”
“Do you think they’re okay?” I asked as he lay down on the other side of an already snoring Rebel.
“Sure they’re fine,” Will whispered back. “Service isn’t good out where they were headed. We’ll probably hear from them when they head back in a couple days.”
“Okay.”
“It’s going to be okay, Moll,” he said, reaching over Rebel to rest his hand on the curve of my waist. “I’ll take care of you.”#p#分页标题#e#
“I don’t need you to take care of me,” I said groggily, letting my eyes fall closed.
“You been handlin’ your own shit for a long ass time,” he replied as I relaxed completely against the bed. “But not anymore.”
Chapter 16
Will
“Church,” Casper announced the next morning as I sat at the bar with Rebel on my lap. She’d woken up at five, but I’d been able to smuggle her out of the room before she could wake up Molly. I wasn’t sure how Rebel had woken up after less than five hours of sleep, but I didn’t mind getting up with her.
She’d changed so much. Her wispy brown hair hand grown past her shoulders and the baby curls were gone. She’d also thickened up, and seemed sturdier than she’d been before. Her brown eyes were still the same, though, and still magnified behind the lenses of her glasses like a little bug. She signed a lot more, which meant I had no clue what the fuck she was trying to tell me most of the time. She also talked. Not much, but some. She knew what she wanted, and she didn’t let you ignore her.
“I’ve got Reb,” I said, getting to my feet. She growled and bent in half to reach the rest of her donut sitting on a paper plate on the bar.
“Bring her,” Casper mumbled, stuffing a donut into his mouth.
One of the old ladies had sent out a prospect to get breakfast, and the bar was covered in bakery boxes. There were a lot of us in the clubhouse. Dragon hadn’t announced a lockdown, but most of the families were there anyway. We had no clue what we were dealing with yet.
I followed Casper to the room behind the bar, and stopped at the threshold.
“You comin’ in or what?” Dragon grumbled, his eyes bloodshot. He reached up and drug his hands through his hair.
“Got the baby this mornin’,” I said, staying where I was.
“Take her to your ma,” my dad ordered, dropping down into his seat.
“No,” I shot back. I scowled at the table of surprised faces turned my way. “She’s stayin’ with me until her mother wakes up.”
“Then wake the bitch up,” Samson said with a frown.
“She needs her sleep,” I ground out.
“Jesus Christ,” Dragon barked, waving his hand at me. “Bring the kid in with you. I don’t wanna be here all goddamn day.”
I nodded briskly, then stepped inside, closing the door behind me.
“First, we haven’t talked to Rock yet, but I’m not worried. He was headed up to the national forest and we all know cell reception is shit up there.”
“Rock!” Reb said seriously around a mouth full of donut. “Auntie. Rock.”
“It’s a fuckin’ daycare in here,” Samson grumbled.
“Second,” Dragon continued, ignoring them both. “Poet’s got feelers out for the Russians. ATF and DEA were workin’ through the ranks this week. I’m guessin’ the man Molly saw at Duncan’s was Rock’s father-in-law.”
“Ex,” Hulk reminded him as Rebel mumbled Rocky’s name again.
I tried not to be jealous that she was responding to another guy’s name the way she was.
“He’s pissed,” Dragon continued. “With good reason. Those names Rock gave pretty much made the DEA’s case for them.”
“Took ’em long enough,” Samson mumbled.
I silently agreed with him. Rock had given the Feds the list they wanted over a year ago, and they’d sat on that shit forever. Bureaucratic bullshit, if you asked me. Hurry up and wait.#p#分页标题#e#
“Russians got no idea who’s next on the list, and they’re scramblin’ to find out what the feds know,” my dad butt in. “Probably why they went to Duncan.”
“Molly said they were askin’ for a list,” I agreed as Reb’s sticky fingers found my beard.