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I can’t tell anything by her expression, so I push. “And?”
“I’m interested, but I don’t know if it will work out the way you think. Rattler is the wildcard, and he might be hard to convince.”
“I know, but I think the two of us can do it. I also have an idea to get us started. Finish going through those files.”
“Yes, sir!” Bianca mocks me, giving me a cheeky salute.
“Very cute,” I say, kissing her cheek.
While Bianca finishes her task, I clean up the food containers and refresh our drinks.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I tell Bianca. “If you identify more men who you think might have been working with Fake Max, I’ll take a look at them when I’m out.”
“Okay,” Bianca says, tearing her eyes from the computer to study me. I grin at her when I catch her focused on my chest after I take off my shirt. I reach for my belt buckle and yank it off. With her eyes fixated on my jeans, I shift my fingers to the button and wait. She tears her eyes away to glance at me in confusion before scrunching her nose. She knows I caught her checking me out.
“You’ll see the goods soon, I promise. Just not yet.”
She shakes her head before turning her attention back to the laptop. I step into the bathroom, strip, and hop into the shower. I search through the duffle bag I brought into the bathroom with me and pull on a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Returning to the bedroom, I find Rattler stretched out on the bed next to Bianca. They both watch me cross the room to climb onto the bed on the other side of Bianca. I don’t miss the hungry stares tossed my way.
“Any luck?” I ask Bianca.
“I think so,” she licks her lips before turning the laptop in my direction. Staring out at me from the screen is my old buddy Tommy. “That’s Tommy,” I tell them.
Rattler grabs the laptop to turn it in his direction. “That’s him? I don’t recognize him. But, I didn’t hang out at the casino much.”
“Why not?”
“I usually had kid duty. I spent most of my time babysitting the kids and helping the Old Ladies.”
“That makes sense,” I say. “Puma probably only trusted his best prospect with the kids.”
Rattler’s cheeks redden, which makes him seem younger.
“Didn’t you say Viper used to watch the kids before Puma patched her in?” Bianca asks.
“She did.”
“Then he assigned you and patched you in,” Bianca muses. “That makes sense. Prospects prove themselves by caring for the kids.”
“It’s a test,” Rattler agrees. “Most bikers would think babysitting kids to be beneath them. Viper and I both knew it was the greatest honor. Puma wants to fill the club with people who recognize that the innocent have the greatest value.”
Bianca and I study Rattler as he’s lost in thought. When he finally shakes himself free of whatever he was thinking, he focuses on the image of Tommy. “We need to tell Chill. Have you looked at everyone in her file?”
“I have. I made a list of the ones that always made me uncomfortable. I also made note of everyone I saw Walt spend time with.”
“Let me send the file to Chill, and then we can get some sleep,” Rattler says, taking the laptop and sending Chill an email with Bianca’s list attached.
“Can we watch a movie?” Bianca asks. “I’m tired, but not sleepy yet.”
“Are you staying here?” Rattler asks me.
“I’m going to crash on the couch,” I tell him, indicating the couch against the wall. “I want to be here in case Walt and Tommy show up at the storage unit. Plus, we have more apartments to check out tomorrow.”
Rattler glances between Bianca and me before shrugging and picking up the remote. “What do you want to watch?”
CHAPTER NINETEEN: RATTLER
I wake up aroused. It isn’t the first time. However, it is the first time with someone else in my bed rather than in my dreams. I feel Bianca’s warm body snuggled against mine. Her glorious ass presses against my erection. My skin tingles with desire where our bodies touch. When Bianca shifts in her sleep, I instinctively flex my fingers. However, instead of feeling soft curves, I’m gripping hard muscle. That’s when I realize my hand is on Randy’s ass and that his hand is on my hip. Rather than feeling uncomfortable, my cock thickens. My head swims with the realization, and my eyes fly open to see Randy watching me.
