Page 91 of Enemies to Lovers

“We get the club to be there, too,” she said. “They’ve been a huge part of my life these last few months. Oh, and Stacy if she can get the time off.”

I snorted. “I’m sure she’d be willing to go.”

I’d make her if she wasn’t.

“Come on.” She patted the seat. “I want to go see my kid. And we have to talk about a club party on a Tuesday.”

Chuckling, I followed orders.

And when she climbed on, she all but wrapped her entire body around me for dear life.

“Copper,” she said just before I started the bike up.

“Yeah, baby girl?” I asked.

“I’ve never been so happy in my life.”

A lump rose in my throat. “I haven’t, either.”

Twenty-One

You just buttered your last biscuit.

—Text from Baker to Copper

COPPER

I was getting married in twenty-five minutes, but I had a stop to make before the courthouse.

Last night, I’d had the club’s lawyer, Malone, draw up a few things for me.

One of which I was about to get taken care of so I could get it done while I was at the courthouse marrying my girl.

Pulling the bike to a stop at the curb, I walked up the front walk of the house that I’d rescued Baker’s things from all those months ago.

I knocked, but made sure to stand to the side so the little weasel couldn’t see me and not answer the door.

I shouldn’t have bothered, because it was more than obvious within two seconds of standing there that the fucker wouldn’t hear me anyway.

I pulled my lock picking tools out of my pocket and started to slide them inside the door handle when a thought occurred to me.

I checked to make sure it was locked and found that it wasn’t.

Rolling my eyes, I shoved the tools back into my pocket, then let myself inside.

I followed the sounds of the cursing and screaming of “he hit me, bro! I’m down!” to the back bedroom where he’d moved his computer stuff to.

I took a look around at the room that’d once been the place where Baker had suffered the most and snarled in disgust.

Backtracking, I went to the closet where I’d seen the modem the last time I was here and ripped the cord from the wall, breaking the lines inside the wall somewhere.

There was a short moment when he still had internet, and then, “What the fuck, bro! I’m lagging hard, bro!”

I stepped back into the room and waited for him to turn around to do the obvious next step, and when he did, he gasped and fell backward into the computer.

His monitor rocked and teetered before ultimately falling on the floor.

Joey got pissed as hell, but he didn’t say anything.

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