Page 59 of Lockout

“Same as me taking the hit on having to forcibly remove my girl from her ranch,” Toxic told him. “As I remember, you just laughed and said I deserved it.” He gave Butcher a smarmy grin. “Your turn, fucker.”

“Nope, I need to be free of stab wounds for this coming fight,” he muttered.

“Rip,” I said, cutting them off before a fight broke out. “We’re going to need you to dig up everything you can about those meetings and who’s attending by tomorrow morning. If you can make up a profile on their players, we can build our teams around their men’s strengths and weaknesses.”

He nodded. “They’re all meeting with buyers within twenty minutes of each other,” he said. “We’re going to have to have a coordinated attack so that no one has a chance to warn the others.”

“No problem,” Butcher replied. “We’ll just kill them before they get the word out.”

I grinned, my bad mood dissipating as I realized that even if I wasn’t going to participate in killing the fuckers, they were still going to have a bitch of a night. The LoS wasn’t going to know what hit them. My brothers were the best of the fucking best and even though the LoS had numbers on us, each one of us was worth three of them. “No problem,” I echoed.

We discussed as much as we were able without the intel Rip still needed to get, then I dismissed them from church. I made my way upstairs and frowned when I saw both my apartment door and Keely’s wide open.

Stepping into my apartment, I searched for her. I found her, ass up in the air, digging around in my closet. “That’s a nice way to greet me.”

She straightened, spinning and gasping all at the same time. I didn’t need the guilty look on her face to know she was up to no good, because I saw the box in her hand.

My eyes narrowed as I reached out and took it from her. The lid was still on the closet floor. “Snooping, Keely?” I asked, voice calm even though all the old feelings that damn box brought on were stirring in my chest.

“I’m s-sorry,” she stammered. Then her eyes narrowed and she glared at me. “Actually, no, I’m not.” She reached out and took a handful of the condoms that were inside the box and then tossed them in my face.

Anger slammed into me full force. Squeezing the box in my hand, I glared at her. “What the hell is your problem?”

“What’syourproblem,” she said, stepping forward and prodding me in the chest. “Why do you have like…a hundred damn condoms in a box,Liam?”

The ballsy woman actually sneered my name at me. “Why you starting shit, Jumper Cables?” I taunted.

She gasped. “This isn’t starting shit,” she snapped. “You asked me to move in here. I was putting my stuff away and found that.” She waved at the box.”

“Did it open itself for you?” I asked.

“Fine,” she huffed. “I opened it.” She scowled and poked me again.

She knew that was a direct line to my temper and she was about to snap the cord. “Not that it’s your business, but Daphne gave me those. Back on my first deployment.”

That took some of the wind out of her sails, but she only calmed down a bit. “Why would your sister send you a hundred condoms?”

“To make sure I used some,” I replied. “I was young and dumb once and I think every man has hit it raw at one point or another.”

She rolled her eyes. “And you told your sister that? Yeah, right.”

“No, Idaho did. Little shit. So, to be sure we were being safe and responsible, she sent us both a lifetime of condoms.”

Guilt flashed over her features, then she stuck her hands on her hips. “And there’s no way for me to verify that.”

“Such a lawyer,” I growled. I pulled my phone from my pocket and hit a number. “Hey, can you come to my place?” I hung up after I heard the agreement.

“Who was that?”

“You ever stop asking questions, Jumper Cables?” I asked her.

“I told you not to call me that,” she snapped.

“I’ll stop calling you that when you stop digging up shit to be mad at me about.”

“I wasn’t digging up anything,” she argued. “This is a logical response to finding this amount of contraceptives in your place.I know bikers are man hoes, but I thought you were better than Smoke and Toxic.”

I arched a brow at her, but I reached out and cupped her cheek, my anger softening because she sounded…hurt. “I haven’t slept with anyone in years, Keely.”

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