“Butt!” Rebel yelled gleefully, making Molly laugh loudly.
“She doesn’t get in our bed when I’m naked,” I ordered, going to the far side of the dresser to get my pants on.
“I didn’t think you were going to go flying out of bed!” Molly argued. “She was on top of the blankets!”
“I’m serious, Molly. Not cool.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll be more careful,” she promised, raising her hands in surrender. “I really didn’t think that you’d get up before we did. You didn’t come to bed until six this morning.”
“Yeah, had some calls to make,” I explained, buttoning my jeans. I didn’t even bother with boxers.
“I noticed the clubhouse filled up while I was asleep,” Molly said calmly, sitting up.
I’d noticed that she was still pretty quiet around everyone, but she hadn’t had that deer in the headlights look that she’d gotten when I’d introduced her to my family for the first time. I wasn’t sure if it was because of painkillers the doctor had prescribed, or the relief of friendly faces after the shit she’d just been through, but she’d handled meeting all the new people like a champ. She didn’t even look nervous about the crowded clubhouse.
I nodded. “Yeah, baby. Went on lockdown after you went to bed. Just a precaution.”
“Is there anything I should know?” she asked, scooting to the edge of the bed.
“Not at the moment,” I answered, throwing on a t-shirt and my cut. “But when there is, I’ll tell you.”
“Okay.” She tilted her head up when I walked over to the bed, and gave me a closemouthed kiss.
“Your morning breath doesn’t bother me,” I murmured against her lips.
“Yours does,” she countered, wrinkling her nose.
“Funny.” I pulled back and headed for the door, stopping as I opened it. “Lotta people to feed today if ya wanna help. Nobody’d blame ya if ya didn’t.”
“I’ll help,” she said with a nod, throwing her feet over the edge of the bed.
“Will!” Rebel yelled, catching my attention. She pursed her little lips and tilted her head back.
I felt about ten feet tall as I strode back across the room and gave her a kiss. “Be good for your mama.” My beard must have tickled her cheeks because she let out this husky belly laugh and fell backward onto the bed.
Yeah, I thought as I walked away, I’d happily have another one of her.
The sounds of the packed club hit my ears as soon as I’d left the room and I practically ran to the front of the clubhouse. There were people every fucking where. Little kids eating at the tables, old ladies cleaning shit up and making food, teenagers watching the babies. It was a madhouse.
I made eye contact with Poet right away and he tilted his head toward the chapel, making me hurry toward the little room. When I got to the door, I pushed right in, not bothering to knock. One of the seats was mine, so I no longer had to knock on that door.
“Moose,” Dragon said from the head of the table. “Nice of you to make it.”
“Had to get my girls up,” I answered, rounding the table. “Sorry about that.”
“Everything good with that?” my dad asked.
“Solid,” I replied with a small grin, making him nod in approval.
“We caught up with Kozlov in the hotel, no problem,” Dragon said, tapping his fingers on the table. “Picked him and his lackey up and used Kozlov’s car to bring ’em out to an old warehouse.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Put up a good fight, though,” Hulk murmured. He was sporting a gnarly black eye.
“Didn’t take them long to start talkin’,” Dragon continued. “We were right about the list Rock gave to the DEA. They wanted that shit, needed to know who Rock had outed.” He paused for a long moment. “Made sure they hurt for a bit,” he said to me. “And knew why they were hurtin’.”
I nodded my head in thanks.
“That’s the good news,” Dragon said tiredly, pulling the ponytail out of his long hair and scraping it back up again almost in the same movement.
“What’s the fuckin’ bad news?” Casper grunted.
“Kozlov’s low level,” my dad said quietly.
“What? Fucker’s been runnin’ shit for years,” Samson argued.
“All a front,” Dragon murmured, slamming his fist down on the table. “Real head is named Pajari. Fucker was at the weddin’ and Rock had no fuckin’ clue who he was.”
“But now the DEA does,” my dad butt in.