Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
But I felt for him. I could tell he was out of his element. Drake was in a world of hurt. If I had to watch helplessly while someone fucked with my woman, I would be just as destroyed. In fact, I had been those hellish hours when I was behind bars and Kaylee was dealing with a certain former officer of the law who will not be named.
We’d made sure he got kicked off the force for daring to touch my woman. I still had eyes on him, thanks to Cain. We threw a monkey wrench into every damned thing he tried to do. Donnie did the same with Sally’s ex.
It was a simple pleasure in my life.
I prayed Drake found the guy soon and had a chance to neutralize the guy, no matter what that meant. I had his back. The entire club did. As long as he stopped throwing shit around, that is.
Dana had sent him away to sleep after he’d insisted on standing on the porch and pacing back and forth all day. He had managed to charm the entire houseful of old ladies despite his surly attitude. They thought it was cute.
He was exhausted. Stressed. Worried out of his mind. But he was definitely not sleeping. He was here. Making us all dizzy watching his crazy ass pace in circles.
I almost wished the poor guy would have a drink. Or take a sedative. Hell, if I had a tranquilizer gun I mighty shoot his ass with it. Come to think of it… we needed to get one for behind the bar. That would solve a lot of the problems we usually handled with our fists.
“They’ll try again tomorrow. You know those guys are the best. Vice will find something. Can he access the security cameras?”
“He doesn’t think there are any! Her apartment complex is old as shit. Or if there are cams, they are extremely old. Lo-fi. Unhackable.”
“Fuck.”
I glanced at Callaway who was taking a turn keeping an eye on Drake. His sleep was all over the place because of the baby. Whiskey was barely sleeping, too. Neither of them couldn’t stay long.
“I hate to say this but…”
Drake and I turned to look at Cal.
“I think the only way you are going to get him is…”
“Spit it out,” Drake grumbled.
“Using her as bait.”
“Fuck no,” he steamed. But I nodded.
“He’s right,” I added, which only made Drake madder.
“Fuck that,” Drake snarled.
“Okay, but if she moves in with the Aunties permanently, you are going to have a much harder time getting laid.”
He closed his eyes and groaned.
“We’ve barely fucking held hands, let alone anything else.”
I smirked. I had enjoyed playtime with my wife before heading to the club to check on Drake. It was the first time we’d been able to be together since the baby was born. I’d been low key tormented for almost a month, laying next to my beautiful wife every night. But my feeling of wanting to protect her and wait until her tenderness was healed had overridden my lust. I certainly couldn’t complain.
Married life with Kaylie was pretty much all perks. I was beyond blessed in the wifey department. And I told her that every single day.
“Sorry to hear that,” I said, slapping his back. “When are we going to introduce her to everyone?”
“You already met her,” he said, sounding miserable. “During the delivery last month.”
“But we didn’t get to know her,” I said, scratching my chin. I was starting to get lazy about shaving. I wondered idly how my wife would feel about a beard. “Maybe it’s time for a good old fashioned barbecue at the lake.”
He perked up a bit at that.
“Yeah. Good idea. Barbecue could be good. And she’d be safe there. No one gets in or out of the compound without a fuckton of eyes on them.”
“I’ll text Kaylie to get the ball rolling. Whiskey, can you manage the grill?”
“On it,” he said. “I’ll check what I have marinating in the freezer when I get home and pick up some fresh meat. Hang in there, Drake. We’ll get him.”
With that, he set down his ginger ale and took off.
“We better,” Drake grumbled. I slapped his shoulder.
“Go home and get some rest. That’s an order,” I added when he started to protest. “I need to get home myself.”
“Me too,” Callaway added. We exchanged smiles. We were both lucky bastards and we knew it. We would do anything to keep our women happy.
“And ride safe. You’re all over the place,” I added.
Drake grumbled but did as I told him. I rarely laid down the law in the guy’s personal lives, but when I did, every single one of the guys in the club fucking listened. Even when they were shitfaced. They knew I didn’t talk shit or make decisions lightly. I sure as shit didn’t micro manage them.