Page 19 of Bones

I take my seat at the table and wait as the rest of the guys slowly pile in. King is last and I notice he has his phone to his ear. When he sits down, he puts it on speaker. “They can all hear yah, Jack.” King announces, letting I’m assumin’ Jackal know that he’s on speaker.

“Well… I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news. Which one do you wanna hear first?” Jackal says, with his typical teasing lit. The guy is fifty shades of crazy, the red room but of death instead. So, I can’t even begin to guess what he’s about to say.

“Quit fuckin’ around Jack and just fuckin’ tell us.” King’s normally gruff tone breaks through the momentary silence.

“Ahh… yah ol’ fart, you ain’t any fun.” He blows out raspberries and when King says nothing and huffs. “Fine, you grumpy bitch. I found your rat.” He pauses for dramatic effect and the smile that turns up the entire fuckin’ tables faces you’d think he just said it was fuckin’ Christmas and our birthdays combined.

“No shit?” Splice says, apparently the first one to recover.

“Yep, I figured you’d wanna handle him yourselves, so I gift wrapped him real nice for yah and sent him back to the states,” Jackal says calmly like he’s talking about an actual gift and not a literal human.

“Jesus Christ. How the fuck you manage that?” King chuckles as he leans back in his chair and lights up a cigarette.

“I got friends in high places, my friend.” Jackals maniacal laugh shining a light on the fact that this guy should probably be institutionalized. “Anyway, the bad news is I ain’t finding your missin’ girls. So, unless they sold them off again to make a quick buck the big guy’s girl is wrong.” He says calmly and Goliaths answering growl indicates which choice he thinks it is. “Hey, big guy. Don’t go shootin' the messenger, I’m just sayin’.” And I can tell by the scraping sound of his beard down the line that he’s shaking his head.

“Fingers?” King says, who’s already clacking away at the keys on his laptop. “We’ll look into it. In the meantime, keep an eye out they may have just moved them.”

“Oh? And did I forget to mention…” Jackal pauses again. The dramatic fuck. “I had a fun little chat with your rodent.” He cackles to himself like he’s imagining it. “I was able to get a pretty good description of not only Harper, Penny, and Nora but also the guy who bought ‘em. But if you’re geek can send us some current photos, that would go a long way in findin’ ‘em.”

Fingers, who’s eyes have narrowed, and jaw clenched at being referred to as a geek, nods once and we hear a ping of an incoming message from Jackals phone. “And here I thought they called him Finger’s cuz he was good with the ladies.” Jackal spouts and a few of the guy’s chuckle.

“Common misconception.” I joke, feelin’ like it was something Racket would have said.

Fingers gives me a dirty, look but even King laughs at that one.

“That’s funny, your girl never complained.” Fingers shoots back in his chair and if I didn’t know for a fact he was just fuckin’ with me, I would have killed him right here and now. However, that doesn’t stop me from drawin’ my gun and laying it on the table, my hand resting over the trigger. The smirk wiped right off my face.

“All right, all right. Knock it off.” King growls, like he’s tryin’ to wrangle a bunch of toddlers and not twenty-something grown ass men.

“Alright well let me know what you find out.” Jackal says, drawing us back to the topic at hand.

“Will do. Try not to make us anymore enemies while over there, alright. We got enough fuckin’ problems without you and your crazy ass makin’ us anymore.” King growls before he hits end. Not waiting for whatever smart-ass comment was sure to come out of Jackals mouth.

“Let’s just hope he doesn’t get himself or Bash killed.” Splice chuckles and King runs his hands over his hair, clearly irritated.

“I’m not holdin’ my breath.” I mumble.

“Fingers, send ‘em everythin’ you can find on the girls. We need to get ‘em back as soon as possible. The longer we take the more of a risk we have on ‘em bein’ sold again or worse.” King blows out a breath, exhaustion and anger lacing his tone. “Be on the lookout for our…package.” He rubs his thumb along his jaw, an excited smirk tilting the corner of his mouth. “Anyone have anythin’ else to add?” He looks around the quiet room, no one saying anything. He nods, “Alright, church adjourned.” He bangs his fist on the table.

My ass is up an outta that seat like it’s on literal fire. Splice chuckles as I practically shove him out of my way to get out of the room.

“I ain’t seen him move that fast in years.” Splice jokes and King grunts in agreement. I ignore their banter; I got my girl to get back to.

I make it back to the bar, still riddled with bullet holes but at least everything’s cleaned up now. Beth sits on one of the stools, locked in a conversation with Wren. The moment I come into view, her eyes flick to mine, drawn to me like a magnet. God she’s so fuckin’ beautiful. I just stand there, awe struck and so goddamn proud of my girl. She’s come so far and been through so much, but she survived.

She tilts her head slightly, givin’ me a confused look but I just stare back like the lovestruck bastard that I am. She bites her lip, starting at my boots and sliding slowly up over my legs, stoppin’ briefly on my already hard cock before dragging her eyes up my chest and to my face. Her face flushes as she gives me a come-hither flick of her finger.

Like a fish on’a hook I follow her silent command stopping in front of her for only a moment before I drag her off the stool and into my arms. I’m already dragging her away before she can even say another word to Wren. She chuckles softly and I can hear Wren cackling behind us, no doubt knowin’ exactly what me and my girl are about to do.

I throw open the door and toss her onto the bed, watching as her big, full tits bounce a few times, slamin’ the door behind me with my foot before I prowl over to her, my eyes locked on hers; those mesmerizing, glorious green eyes. They had me hooked from the first moment I saw them, and I’m drawn in deeper and deeper every time she snags me in them.

I stand before her, spread out on our bed like an offering. I slide my hands slowly up the bare stomach of her crop top before grabbing the hem and dragging the whole thing up and over her head, freeing those amazing breasts.

“Fuck me, baby. How’d I get so goddamn lucky?” I lean forward, licking my way up her flat stomach to her perky tits, flickin’ my tongue over one nipple before switching to the other, encouraging them into hardened little beads. She has the best fuckin’ nipples. I’m obsessed. She moans, pressing her chest farther into my mouth as I suck and nip at her flesh.

“Bones,” she whimpers, her eyes half-mast as she looks down at me, her hands gripping my hair and holding me to her.

“Yeah, baby?” I reluctantly pull off, turning my attention to her.

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