Page 48 of Filthy Savage
“I’m game if you are,” Axe announces, pulling up his chair and slapping his burner phone on the patio table. “My guys are only a speakerphone call away. Silas would love any excuse to jamb justice down that dickhead’s throat.”
“I’m in,” I say, clapping my hands together. “Let’s brainstorm. Who’s got a notepad or a whiteboard?” I don’t understand why they all give me blank looks, except for Axe, who’s laughing his ass off. “What?”
“Y’all will need to excuse my librarian friend here,” Axe grins.
Nancy stands up again. “Let’s leave these details to them, Angel. It’s less gruesome this way. Actually, excuse my manners, hun. If you want to freshen up, you can use the guest room at the top of the stairs.”
“Thank you. Yes, that would be great.”
“It has its own bathroom too. You won’t have to worry about tripping over action figures or kids running in there while you’re doing your business,” she says with a smirk. “Oh, and I guess there’s a clothing issue.”
“Definitely, yes. I need to get out of these …” I look down my body, wincing. “These aren’t mine, I should mention. Isn’t that right, Axe?”
“We were being cautious,” he reminds me, flashing me a wink. “Actually, you should be thanking me now.”
“Why the hell for?”
I watch as Axe pulls a wad of cash from his pocket. “You get the pleasure of buying brand new stuff…my treat.”
“Damn right you’re paying to replace the stuff you ditched.” I turn back to Nancy. “He ditched my clothes. That guy. And made me wear this.”
“Don’t you worry, hun. It’s nothing a little shopping trip can’t fix. We can take the kids too. Do you want a change of clothes in the meantime?”
I scan Nancy’s ridiculously tiny waist and slim hips, and furrow my brow. “Girl, have you taken a good look at me? I appreciate the hospitality, but your clothes ain’t gonna fit over all this ass. Let’s go spend Axe’s money. Are you sure we’re fine to go out with whoever is trying to get us?”
“I’m positive. We’ll be safe. Kade’s guys are pretty much everywhere in town.”
I get to my feet. “Sounds perfect to me, especially if these men over here can’t appreciate my skills with a flow chart. Thanks for being a dear, Nancy.”
“No problem. Alexander?” Nancy calls out.
“Yes?” he answers with a cringe. It’s clear he’ll never get used to being called by his first name.
“Tomorrow morning first thing, you and I have a date at the old storage locker.”
“I uh, jeez, okay. Storage unit. You, me and all those memories. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Excellent. Thanks.”
“Have fun shopping, girls.”
I watch as Axe turns to go inside.
“Kade, let’s get cracking.”
