Page 86 of Fighting a Riot

Vamp looked anywhere but at Rage.

“You motherfucker… you didn’t take Rainey back there—”

Vamp glared at Rage. “No, asshole! But she’d been back there before and she wanted me to see it.”

Anyone could feel the ire rolling off of Rage. “Wouldn’t put it past you to try fucking your woman back there.”

Vamp scoffed. “And give my woman a splinter? Not a fuckin’ chance.”

Yak held up a hand at Vamp. “On that note, I’m goin’ upstairs.”

Yak could have picked up Nora this afternoon, but Beast insisted it wasn’t a problem. Since the A.C. in the Rio was on the fritz, Yak relented. He didn’t want Nora riding home in a pool of her own sweat, and he wasn’t going to pick her up on his bike in case the Devil Lancers were targeting either one of them.

He left the door to his room open and heard her footsteps before she came into the room.

“Hi, Noah,” she greeted.

He stood from his desk chair and wrapped her in a hug. “Hey, princess. Good day?”

She shrugged. “I guess. Just, I’m worn out.”

“Well, get into bed. I can bring up some food for you.”

She shook her head. “No. I want to go out and see the full moon tonight. It’s supposed to be especially gorgeous.”

His head tilted. “Woman, it’ll be there next month. Rest up, your body needs it.”

Her frown was so cute, he fought smiling. “It’s annoying when you’re bossy and right.”

He kissed her forehead. “I’ll take a picture of it for you. Video if you’re a good girl.”

Her hands wrapped around his neck, and she tipped her chin up to look him in the eyes. “I’m thinking being a bad girl is more fun these days.”

She brushed her lips against his. He deepened the kiss because he had no restraint where she was concerned. His hands slid down to her ass and he broke the kiss. “Soon, you’ll have plenty of time to be a bad girl. Go get ready for bed.”

Her head tipped back. “The sun hasn’t even set yet,” she groaned.

He nipped her neck. “No, but you also have to eat dinner. I’ll get some food while you change.”

Downstairs, he found Punc in the kitchen looking for something.

“Lose something?” Yak asked.

Punc’s glanced at him and went back to examining the counter. “Yeah. Can’t find my fuckin’ flip phone.”

Yak’s brows drew together. “Is it a burner?”

Punc turned to him. “Not exactly, but it’s pre-paid.”

He folded his arms across his chest. “Why the hell do you have a burner?”

Punc ran his hand through his wavy blond hair. “It’s not what you think, Yak. Phones are a fuckin’ racket. I go pre-paid and always have. Learned that from my mom.”

With a long nod, Yak gave it some thought, fighting against the knee-jerk reaction that a burner meant Punc was keeping secrets. “That’s why we always gotta go places with fuckin’ Wi-Fi.”

“That’s part of it.”

Yak shook his head. “What are you twenty-five or fifty-five?”

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