Page 71 of Gator

“And if it’s not there?” Donut asked, his tone sharp but resolute.

“If it’s not there,” I replied, my gaze unwavering, “then Garland’s house is our next stop. Braveheart, you and I will handle that one personally.”

“I’m coming too,” Donut insisted.

“Brother, you get squeamish around the messy shit.”

“Don’t give a fuck,” my brother sneered. “That fucker set up an innocent kid, just because he’s different. You know I can’t walk away from that.”

I studied Donut’s face, his jaw tight with a determination I rarely saw. There was no stopping him when he got this way, and honestly, I didn’t have the heart—or the time—to argue.

Nodding, I looked at my watch and stated, “I want everyone back here before five. We got dinner tonight at mymôman’s,and you know how she’ll be if we’re late.”

It had been a few days since mymômanoffered her home and heart to Eliot and his siblings, and from what I knew, those kids hit the jackpot. Mymômanwas the best!

Pulling up to my childhood home exactly at five, I cut the engine and smiled as my woman strolled out of the house with either Rémy or René on her hips. The boys were fucking identical, and I was having a hell of a time telling them apart.

Now I knew how mymômanfelt when I was younger.

Getting out of my truck, I walked over to my woman. “Hey,Chèr.Which one ya got there?”

Grabbing his foot, she looked at the bottom of his shoe and said, “This one is René.”

Shaking my head, I laughed. “Mômanused to do the same thing to me and Elliot growing up. That’s until we learned her trick and started swappin’ shoes.”

“Well, I must admit. It’s a handy trick,” she said, looking around before asking, “Where are the others?”

“They’re comin’. Just got held up at work.”

My woman narrowed her eyes and scoffed. “Wade, those boys never worked a solid day in their life. Where are they really?”

“Found the shipment. They are securing it at the scrapyard. They should be here shortly.”

“Well, I bet that’s a load off your back. And what about the person who stole it?”

“He will get his soon enough.”

“Heads-up, your mom invited the Sons of Hell, so everyone is here.”

“Everyone?” I cringed, looking past her into the large house.

“Everyone.”

Grumbling, I nodded just as the one person I didn’t want to see came barreling out of the house, running straight for me.

“HIYA, GATOR!”

“Carnage,” I said stiffly, looking down at the pain in the ass. “You come here to lay claim to my shit?”

“Why, you lookin’ to lose it?”

Growling, I heard laughter as the screen door opened and out walked King, the president of the Sons of Hell Motorcycle Club.

“Cameron Hobbs Montclair, go wash up. Ms. Marabella is about to serve you kids.”

The brat smiled at the man he idolized and said, “Sure thing, Dad!” before running past him back into the house.

“I better get this one inside as well,” Devlyn said, winking at King as he walked over to me, held out his hand, and I shook it.

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