Page 33 of Viva Wed Vegas

I roll my eyes before I pull out my cell and hit call. After two rings, he answers. “Wife,” he greets.

I sigh at hearing him call me that. “I want to hear you try and say that while I’m sitting on your face.” I don’t have to see him to know he’s smiling after that statement.

“Star! Little ears!” Queenie chastises, pointing to Maisy, River, Oliver, and Phoenix.

“Three out of those little ears don’t even know what I’m saying,” I argue.

“I know what you said!” Oliver yells.

“You heard wrong, so shush and play your game,” Rhea scolds.

“Darlin’,” Ghost growls at me down the phone.

“Yes, dear?” I say mockingly.

“Wife,” he presses.

“Husband,” I counter.

I hear him exhale a long breath, probably looking to the stars, praying for patience. “Where are you and what are you doing?” I swiftly ask, trying to catch him off guard.

“Club business,” he states.

“Oh no, you don’t get to say that anymore. We are married, so no secrets,” I argue.

“It ain’t a secret if I’m not telling you to protect you,” he snaps back.

“And how exactly does not telling me protect me?” I push.

“Then you aren’t an accessory,” he grinds out.

I pause for a moment, wondering what they could be up to, then I hear Rage. “All tied up, Pres. Although one has pissed himself, and I think the other has shit their pants, so try not to breathe through your nose too much,” Rage states.

“Ghost,” I whisper his name.

“I’ve got to go. We will be back within the hour,” he says before disconnecting.

Everyone looks at me, waiting for an answer. “Club business,” I mutter.

They all roll their eyes, knowing the drill with this stupid fucking rule. I nibble on my thumbnail anxiously.

“What is it?” Maggie asks.

I sigh. “I heard Rage in the background saying that they are all tied up. One had pissed themselves, and he was pretty sure the other had shit their pants,” I state. They all groan, knowing exactly what’s going on, all apart from Dixie. I look across at her as she looks down at a small bit of thread on her jeans. “Dixie,” I press, getting to my feet and walking over to her. She looks away, avoiding my gaze. “Dixie, I know you and Rage don’t keep secrets. What are they doing?” I press.

“I can’t bell you,” she says in a rushed breath.

The others come and stand at my back. “Dixie,” I say, repeating her name again.

“They went to get the potato ricers from the other night,” she confesses.

“Potato ricers?” Rhea asks, confused.

“The police officers that arrested Ghost and me,” I clarify.

“Shit,” Maggie sighs.

“What the hell are they playing at? This isn’t our town. Things are run differently here,” Belle states.

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