Page 22 of Static

"Why's that, Brother?" Idaho chimed in.

Static shot him a dark look. "We could plant evidence in the businesses of Fremont's partners, send an anonymous tip to this guy, and he could put them out of commission for us. Sounds like he's a real go-getter." He shot me a look with that last statement.

Even though I'd promised him nothing had happened between me and David, and that I wouldn't see him again, Static had still looked into him. I was irritated, but it wasn't like there was anything I could do about it now. Especially not here. Not in front of everyone. A heavy arm dropped onto my shoulders again and Toxic pulled me in close. If it wasn't for Static, I could get lost in his dark brown eyes.

It didn't surprise me in the least that he had an ever revolving door as the ladies came and left. The only one he hadn't touched, and she wished he would, was Scarlett. The poor girl was half in love with the man and he never even spared her a glance. In fact, he never looked at any of the club girls. I wasn't sure if it was because he didn't like to share, or what.

"You don't need to hang around some cop if you're lonely," Toxic said in a low voice.

I glanced Static's way and found him glowering at us. Toxic's fingers gently grasped my chin and he pulled my face back toward him.

"Eyes on me, Sweetheart, or you'll hurt my feelings."

"You're ridiculous," I whispered.

He grinned. "Caught onto my game, huh?"

"You're trying to make Static mad." I didn't push his hand off, because in a way, I liked the way Static was watching me. It didn't matter that I wasn't ready for anything serious with a man. It was nice to feel like a desirable woman. Especially after a day of dealing with sick children. And the way Static was watching me told me he wanted to do naughty things to me. And punch Toxic. I had to fight to keep the smile off my face.

"Bingo. Though," he said, letting his eyes trail down my body, "if you wanted something more, I wouldn't say no."

I rolled my eyes. "Do you ever say no?"

"Believe it or not? Yeah," he grinned, "I do. I can be discerning."

Snorting in disbelief, I gently tugged my jaw from his grasp. Static was already halfway across the room, murder written all over his face. He slowed to a stop when I turned to him again. I didn't have a chance to say anything before Lock broke the tense silence.

"What kind of evidence?" Lock asked.

"Drugs would be easiest," Butcher answered. He shook his head as he looked over at Toxic. "Quit fucking with the prospect."

"Why do you give a fuck?" Toxic asked.

"Because we might have the chance to cause some shit. And we're not going to get to play if he kills you. Prez will make us stay behind."

"That's right, I will," Lock said, his eyes on Static. "So fucking behave for five damn minutes so we can get through this and Gwen can get back to her kids." He rubbed his forehead, as though he had a headache.

"Do you have a way to contact him?" Ricochet asked me.

"I have his card," I admitted, refusing to look at angry blue eyes. I never had a chance to throw it away after my promise to Static.

"Why don't we just use the Sheriff Seek knows?" Smoke asked.

"Because we don't want to be tied to this at all. In any way, if we can help it," Static answered. "It needs to come from someone who isn't connected to the club."

"Seek is too close with Tommy," Hush replied. "And technically he shouldn't be doin' anythin' inside city limits."

"But no one is going to suspect the woman this guy asked out once," Static added. "Especially since it will be one of us giving the tips."

"We should still send the tips from a burner phone," Rip suggested.

"Exactly what I planned," Static answered. "That way it doesn't connect back to Gwen either."

"What if he doesn't trust some random tip texted to him by a number he doesn't know?" Gwen asked the room. She cringed when everyone looked her way. "Sorry. Not my business."

"We brought you into this," Static replied.

"And that's a good point," Lock added. "If that happens, we'll send someone in to talk to him. But hopefully it won't go down that way. Static is right. We want to stay out of it as much as possible. Fremont will suspect it was us and that will draw him out, but we don't want to be dealing with this shit once he's gone for good."

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