Page 42 of Thorsten Wisely Dicey MC

“What’s going on?” I ask and come to a stop next to him.

I frown when I see Archer talking to my friend. “Why is my cousin talking to Kenz like they’ve known one another all their damn lives?”

The muscle in Falcon’s jaw jumps and he gives me a quick shrug.

“Why is she even here? Did you invite her over?” I wonder.

I get a tight nod, so I smack his arm. “Okay, then let’s find out why she knows Archer.”

Falcon is right behind me when I step out of the clubhouse.

Raising my voice I say, “Hey, Kenz, mind telling me how you know Archer?”

Kenz squeals and runs right at me to grab me in a tight and quick hug. “Why the fuck am I the last one to know you’re my freaking cousin?”

Shocked, I pull back. “Say what now?”

“Yeah, I’m freaking pissed I only found out ’cause I ran into Archer here. You’d think the rest of our family would at least call me to–”

“My ma said it’s your own damn fault for not wanting to be in the group chats, and dodging calls from your parents and brothers,” Archer states, his phone aimed in our direction, showing his mother with a scowl on her face.

I give her a finger wave. “Hey, Aunt Lynn.”

“Aunt Lynn,” Kenz gushes. “Great to see you.”

We turn to look at each other and burst out laughing.

“Oh, this is the best fucking news I heard in months,” Kenz says and pulls me into another hug. “We went from besties to cousins. Fucking awesome.”

A whistle comes through Archer’s phone. “Well, hello there epitome of badassery, what’s your name? Kenz, Livi, who’s the hottie with all the ink, looking like he wants to kill something for breakfast and do a little torture for dessert?”

“Ma!” Archer grunts.

Chuckling, I tell her, “Falcon, Thorsten’s younger brother.”

“Rawr,” Aunt Lynn groans. “If only I were younger.”

“Hanging up now,” Archer grumbles and ends the call.

I glance over my shoulder at Falcon who only has eyes for Kenz. He’s also ignoring his phone.

It doesn’t take me three guesses to know why his phone is ringing and it’s why I tell him, “You need to head inside, Falcon. Church. The brotherhood needs to vote on something.”

Falcon snaps his fingers and points at me and Kenz before throwing a thumb over his shoulder.

I give him the finger. “Don’t you snap your fingers at me. Go on, scoot. Inside and we’ll follow.” Throwing a look at Archer, I tell him, “You might wanna come back inside too, ’cause I think the voting will be over quickly.”

Archer nods and we all head back inside. Falcon palms his phone and taps the screen.

I hear Kenz’s phone giving a notification of an incoming message.

She checks it and there’s fire in her eyes when she tells Falcon, “Learn to use more words or at least throw in an emoticon or three so you don’t sound like a dick. A message with only ‘Sit. Wait.’ is like throwing orders at a dog.”

Falcon strides right up to her and completely towers over Kenz as he starts to growl. Holy shit, the man is huge and threatening. Even Archer takes a step closer until Kenz suddenly flashes her arm out and it disappears under Falcon’s leather cut for a breath or two. Falcon steps back and slams a hand over his shirt and leather covered nipple.

Kenz jabs two fingers against the hand Falcon has over his pecs. “Growl at me again and it’ll be a dick twist instead of a titty twist. Understood, pal?”

Before I can blink Falcon has her by the wrist and makes her hand cover his jean covered dick.

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