Page 3 of Tuesday

“Right. So because of lack of evidence you believe an ex-Bratva who has visions and you need my help to find a child that apparently belongs to you and Rhodie.” I nod in reply. He’s cleverer than I thought. “How will you know which child is your one?”

“Not sure. But the Manwitch was confident, and so am I.” I move to stand. “So, are you coming?”

“I kinda have a job here, Chewy.”

My eyes flick to the giant clock on the wall. “You clock off in half an hour. I’ve already arranged things with your family. They will take care of your twins. This won’t take long.”

He stares at me, perhaps in shock. I’m not overly sure. “You rearranged my whole life to get me to come on a crazy mission to find a child you know nothing about and you want to leave in 30 minutes?”

“Exactly!” I grin at him.

He starts spluttering, moving papers across his desk, huffing a little. “You can’t be serious and expect me to drop everything.”

“Yes I can. Candice Rogers will be there.”

He freezes, the only thing moving are his eyes as they turn to look at me. “Am I bringing her in?”

“Nope.”

He blinks. Once, twice. “Well, when you say it like that, I think I can free up some time.”

Rhodie

It’s been a long fucking day and I’m glad that the little cabin Chewy and I live in is far enough away from the garage that I get a good ride home. Riding my sled, the wind blowing through my hair, is the very best way to get rid of the bullshit of the day. If that wasn’t fucking blissful enough, knowing that I’ll be going home to my woman is the fucking cherry on top.

I pull into the long drive, idling down it until I stop outside our cabin. Kicking down the stand, I throw my leg over and then stomp my way up the little front steps. As per usual the door is unlocked when I turn the handle and walk through it. For someone that works in security, Chewy really is relaxed about the security in her own home. Although I guess having her home nestled between her brothers and Pops probably helps.

“Babe? You here?”

I knock on the kitchen island as I walk past, looking for my woman. The most perfect woman in the world, a woman made just for me. Yeah, shes fucking quirky and perhaps a bit unhinged, but fuck it, she’s mine and I love her.

“Babe?”

I look through the spare bedroom, and the bathroom, finding the house empty. Huh. That’s weird.

She would have finished work by now so I’m guessing she’s at the clubhouse. She’s been working like a woman possessed on finding that Happy Values bitch, Candice, so I’m sure she’s in Wire’s domain doing her thing. I slam the door shut behind me, mount my ride and pull out. I mean, getting more wind therapy time is always a good thing. My eyes scan the road as I head through town. The nights are warmer with summer on the way and soon the streets will be filled with kids on summer break. Rose Grove is a cozy town that draws families in. In the summer there are packs of kids hanging out with their friends at the Square, or even at the swimming pool. There’s rivers young people like to head off to and parents trust that the town is safe. To an extent it is, the DRMC will keep it as safe as we can, but we’d all feel a fuck ton better getting rid of Candice Rogers once and for all.

Pulling into the clubhouse I raise a chin at Niko. TumTum still mans the gate, even after getting his patch, but on certain days he takes one for the team and lets Niko sit out there. I smirk to myself as I park up. No prospect likes gate duty, it’s the shittiest of all the jobs we hand out, and yet TumTum loves it. Go figure.

“Hey brother,” Tank lifts his chin as he leads the way into the clubhouse.

“Yo, how’s things?”

“Fucking amazing,” Tank grins, beelining for his woman who, as usual, is parked up at a table, laptop at the ready.

I slap him on the back, fucking happy for him. He used to be quiet, reserved and not unhappy, but not the best version of himself that I see now. As opposed to Judge who has been in one hell of a fucking mood since storming out of the diner two months ago. Shrugging off the thought, I head for the Computas.

“Yo babe - fuck!” I spin, covering my eyes, avoiding looking at Wire’s ass pumping away.

“Shit! What do you want?!” Wire growls, and hell, I would too if I was interrupted.

A year or so ago I wouldn’t have thought anything of seeing a brother fucking anyone. Hell, we used to all fuck in the common room during our wild parties. Then the brothers started falling and now we’ve all become far more aware about giving each other privacy. Mainly because no one wants their ass beat.

“Sorry, Remy,” I apologize. Fuck Wire, he should have known to take that shit to the private side of his suite. I also vow to never sit in either of their chairs. “Just looking for my woman.”

“Um, I haven’t seen her today,” Remy’s soft voice answers.

“What?” I spin around, thankfully Remy is sitting primly in her chair as Wire has his unbuttoned jeans pulled up, and is scowling at me.

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