Page 56 of Baiting Kong

“We all were,” Mark said. “You two went through some shit. Trauma bonds people like little else in this world. It’s all good. They’re being looked after, and so are Scout and his brother. Now what did you remember Scout saying?”

“Just, he thought we were there to stop him,” Axel explained. “And he started saying things about getting the money for someone if they’d let him get his brother to the hospital first.”

“My guess is he took on whoever his brother owed,” Mark supplied, looking thoughtful while Kat just looked pissed.

“Well, he’s not taking on anyone else,” Kat declared. “He’s too small. Even Cody’s bigger than him, and that’s our runt compared to his brothers.”

“Just don’t let him hear you call him that,” Mark cautioned. “The last thing Wreck and Bellamy need is that boy running around trying to prove himself again.”

“My lips are as sealed as the night I caught you slinking in with your fly undone.”

“Woman I’ve done told you a million times,” Mark began, only to catch a glimpse of the shit-eating grin on his wife’s face. “Woman, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“And it’ll be a good death, too,” she promised.

Mark had truly met his equal when he and Kat had collided. Now, as he sat with one arm around Axel and his other itching to hold Scout, Creature found himself wondering how grey the two of them were going to turn him with the shit that they got into and if he’d need to open the door to Kong if the man offered to tag himself into the little arrangement they had brewing.

One thing was certain if it did play out that way.

Things would never be boring.

Chapter 17

(Kong)

The nerve of that bastard. Of all of them. Sending him back for the flatbed and Sawyer’s bike when he should have been with Scout at the hospital. Fine, if Creature wanted to play it that way, if he wanted to take what was Kong’s, then they could take that shit to the sand and sort it out between them. Either way, he and Scout were having the conversation they should have had before Kong’s dumbass left him on the sidewalk so he could race out to factory row and then back to the compound to start digging into those old tapes of Lucky’s.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Goddammit, sometimes being a hot head had more drawbacks than Kong cared to admit to.

Fuck.

He’d made a mess of this and charging up to the hospital right now would probably make a bigger mess, so he headed into the clubhouse to grab a few drinks and see who was around once he’d stashed Sawyer’s bike in the garage beside Scout’s.

If he couldn’t be up there by Scout’s side, then he could damn sure start poking around into that fight ring the way they’d been poking around into the porn.

Not only was he not used to sitting idly by when someone he cared about was hurting, but Kong was too pissed to focuson a starting point, at least until he spotted Danger sitting alone at the end of the bar, scowling down at something in a manilla folder that he closed the moment Kong dropped onto the stool beside him.

“Is that about tonight?”

“You’ll have to talk to Mark.”

“That really how you wanna play it, Brutha?”

“There’s nothing to play,” Danger replied. “Couple things went down tonight, so unless you wanna be more specific about what you’re asking, I’ve got nothing more to say.”

“The fight ring?”

“No.”

“The porn?”

“Nope.”

“Fine, but you do know what’s going on there, right?”

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