Page 55 of The Secret's Out

There was our minx with her backbone as well.

“Honey,” Billy said gently. “You won’t ever be kept. We’ll all put in, but I can tell you now the way you put in will be different to us. Babe, we fuckin’ suck at cookin’, cleanin’, hell any household chore, even shoppin’. We’d need you to do all that while we put in for the other household shit.”

“That sound fair, Josie?” I asked.

She was thinkin’ and I loved to watch her do it. Her head went to the side, her teeth worried her bottom lip and her eyes became unfocused.

Then, so fuckin’ cute, her head snapped back up and she smiled. “Yes, that’s fair.”

“Great.” Billy grinned and winked at her. “Now speakin’ of food. I’m starved.”

When we’d consumed dinner, after Simone came outta the shower lookin’ flushed like she’d just knocked one off, we watched some TV. Only, it was gettin’ late and I knew Josie had some classes in the morning before her shift at the diner. Simone had not long gone to bed. So I stood from the couch and announced I was hittin’ the hay.

Billy stiffened and then said to Josie, “Babe, get your cute arse to bed and I’ll be there in a second. Just gotta talk to Pick about some shit goin’ on at the compound.”

His words had me tense, that was until our woman came up to me for her goodnight kiss and a, ‘See you in the morning.’” She swayed her arse down the hall.

“Night, precious,” I called. She turned, smiled, and waved before walking in her room and shutting the door.

Turning back to Billy he said, “Sit down, brother.”

Fuck. I thought the day was good. I thought things were goin’ great.

Did he regret what went down in the bathroom?

My arse hit the couch and I demanded, “What is it?”

He leaned forward and took something outta the back of his jeans pocket. He slid it across the coffee table. It looked like something from the newspaper.

“What’s this?” I asked before picking it up.

“Brother, just look at it and you’ll know.”

Running a hand over my face, I knew this was gonna fuckin’ wreck my night. Pickin’ up the clipping, I opened it and froze.

Fucking cunt. Stupid fucking cock-sucking cunt. He’d changed his name. That was why I couldn’t find the bastard.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered. My hand scrunched up the paper in my fist. I couldn’t look at it any longer. “It’s the fucker’s father.”

“Yeah,” Billy uttered.

“You know who he is?” I hissed.

“Brother, I been in your room. I remember seeing the six people on your wall. All of them crossed out but that dickhead’s face.”

A stiff nod. “I’m goin’ after him.”

“Tomorrow. I have Dodge and Dallas comin’ here to take Josie to uni and then work. We go to his office tomorrow.”

“We?”

“Yeah, brother, we. I got your back, man.”

“His office isn’t a good place if the man ends up disappearing. People will ask too many questions.”

“I have an idea about somethin’, but it means the guy livin’ for a little bit longer.”

“Tell me,” I growled.

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