Page 66 of Retribution
Guess our conversation wasn’t as private as I thought it was.
“You think you’re going to own my president’s ass? I say we kill you and be done with it,” he growls.
“Would you like a baby?” I ask, raising my brow as he comes closer.
The shitgoblin almost trips as he sees the baby in my arms, which was obstructed by the back of the couch that Devon was sitting at.
“You’re going to want to sit this one out, Addict,” he says. Damn, these road names just get more and more ridiculous. “She got rid of the Marauders for us today.”
“That’s who you hire?” Addict asks. “You’re always so weird after you talk to her. She’s a tiny thing.”
“I always go everywhere dressed for bear,” I say cryptically. “I work solo, always make a statement, and it’s always done right. However, when I don’t have all the information, I’m unable to do my job.”
The baby lets the nipple of the bottle slip free, and I take the hint. Putting the bottle to the side, I hold her up to my chest and pat her back. I have no idea if I’m doing this wrong, but it feels correct.
“She torched the clubhouse and heard a baby,” Devon says. “Isolde ran back inside to find her.”
“Holy shit balls.”
“Yeah, that’s kind of how I felt about it too,” I sigh.
The baby burps and I relax marginally. Now, hopefully she’ll sleep. Listening to screaming for three hours would really suck. Her weight against me is comforting, and I feel her breathing begin to calm.
“Do you want to go retrieve that package from my car?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Devon says, his eyes on the baby. “How are you so good with her? She’s not even upset about the mask.”
“I thought she’d be upset too, but she’s just taking it in stride. It says something that I’m the better option than disgusting bikers,” I say.
“You’re something else,” Addict mutters. “One day, you’re going to find yourself in trouble and we’re going to look the other way.”
A gun is whipped out and pointed in his direction so quickly, he doesn’t have a chance to gasp. Surprisingly, it’s not by me, it’s Devon.
The president grabs his shirt and pulls him closer, pressing the cold barrel of his weapon against his temple. I probably would have already pulled the trigger.
“If she needs help, we will be there,” Devon rasps. “She cleaned up Toad’s mess without blinking an eye, and we didn’t need to lose one person for her to do it. Isolde didn’t need to be pulled out of bed to deal with this, but she did.”
He doesn’t mention anything about how much he’s paying me for this, so I keep my mouth shut. Addict makes a strangled noise, and I decide as I look down at a sleeping baby that it’s time to go.
“Devon, I’m leaving,” I announce, closing the diaper bag and putting away the bottle.
“I’ll wash out the bottle you just put away and help you,” he says. “Addict, I don’t want to hear another word about this. She’s a friend of the club for life.”
My body stills as I glance at him. Devon puts his weapon away, his knee propped on the couch cushion from when he got up to draw on Addict. I don’t think all this drama is worth little old me.
Devon stands and collects the diaper bag, leaving me with Addict as he walks to the kitchen to wash out the bottle. This is all such odd behavior for him.
“Are you fucking him?” Addict asks.
“Why would I shit where I eat?” I ask dismissively, leaning back on the couch to both piss him off and rub the angel in my arms’ back. “Think about what this place would look like if you’d gone to war instead, and then go help Martyr with my package.”
“You can’t tell me what to do!” he explodes, amusing me even more until the baby startles and begins to scream.
“Don’t shoot him!” Devon yells, running out of the kitchen with a wet bottle and a drying cloth.
The scene would almost be funny if I wasn’t so furious at Addict.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll get right on that miss…ah, ma’am,” Addict says, pale as he stumbles out of the clubhouse.
