Page 43 of O'Mega's Revenge
Sprout settled next to us, cross-legged and listening hard. He was the right choice to infiltrate our circle. The girls liked him. In return, he gave them goofy compliments, but swore undying loyalty to his wife, rendering himself harmless in our eyes. I stared through him, seeing the dynamics play around me. Jackson, Nonno, Wolf, Sprout… they were part of this game. My eyes landed back on him. “If you could go home to Danielle, would you?”
“In a fucking heartbeat.” He swallowed immediately after speaking, the goofy grin replaced with deep emotion.
“How is the security there?”
“It’s shit. Ma’s putting her on lockdown somewhere else.”
I didn’t need to know where, just that his family was safe. “Good.”
Trot’s eyes bounced back and forth between Sprout and I. “Fell? Tell Quick and JR to get their asses south.” Code for “hole up with oursister chapter.”
Fell got on her phone and quickly asked, “how long?”
One day would be good, but I knew it wouldn’t be that easy. “A week?”
She relayed the info and notified the chapter they’d be staying with.
Wolf strode up. “Okay, Nonno’s got two days to deliver you. We’re tracking the plates and addresses from your book.” He tossed it to me.
“Expect the timeline to change. He’s aware we’re together.”
“Maybe.”
I shook my head. “We can’t underestimate him.”
“He’s in a fucking wheelchair,” Wolf replied.
My breath caught. My fist curled, holding an imaginary knife. The first wound was to his back, through his kidney, and the second into his spine. I cut his throat after that.
“Whoo-hoo, Earth to Tits.” Trot waved her hand in front of my face.
“That was creepy,” Fell commented.
Wolf stepped over Sprout’s legs, messing up our map and crouched in front of me. “You did that.”
I smiled. “Yeah. I thought he was dead, though.”
He kissed my forehead. “He will be, soon.”
Reason number five hundred and something I loved him.
“Stealing her from you all.” He picked me up and jostled me until I was in his arms.
Then he strode out of the building.
While we’d been planning, the club had been busy. The prospects erected several tents and parked two RVs near the out-building. Wolf dropped me to my feet in front of one of the tiny tents.
“We’re camping?”
“We got the trail monitored, men around the perimeter and a dozen look alike tents set up as decoys or for the girls to use. Whatever. This one’s ours.”
“We’re camping.” I shook my head in disbelief. It was dark, and a fire was going on at the far edge of the building.
“Get in the tent and stop bitching.” He slapped my ass.
“I’m not bitching.”
“Woman?” His word held a note of warning.
