Page 31 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

“We’re talking about names right now. She wants to name our son Preston.”

Saint laughed. “Really?”

“Yeah. Preston for a boy, and Connie for a girl. The girl’s name is fine, but come on. When was Preston a good name?” Pea shook his head. “Then she wanted Jacob, Caleb, or Lucifer. I wouldn’t put it past her to call him that. She thinks I’m the devil.”

The guys began laughing.

“Pipe’s advice to me was just to let our women name our kids. They know what they’re doing, but I don’t see it.” Saint looked at the walls. “Did Mel pick a color?”

“Nope. She can pick our kid’s name. I’ll do the decorating how I see fit. I’m liking the yellow. It’s a neutral color,” Pea said. He also liked how it felt bright in the room. Opening the windows, he made sure there was plenty of ventilation.

The room was completely empty, and he’d peeled off the nasty-looking rose wallpaper.

Grabbing a brush, he dipped it into the yellow and swiped it across the wall, the stepped back. He wanted this to be perfect, and there was nothing wrong with that. At least, he didn’t think so.

“The documents that Shorty and Fly found are false ones,” Saint said.

“You get your contact to look up an Autumn related to the Lorenzo family?” Pea asked.

“Yep, and get this, none exist. We need inside that house, and I want to talk to Autumn,” Saint said.

“Have you asked Ricky?”

“He’s told me that nothing is going on. Just a niece that is visiting. For someone who is just visiting, that is a shitload of security. I don’t like it.” Saint tapped his foot on the floor. “Are we pulling up this carpet?”

“No, why?”

“You’re going through the trouble of making this place look awesome and you’re going to leave an old, musty carpet?”

“He’s right,” Vanilla said, coming in carrying a tool kit. “I suggest we tear this carpet up and clean up the crap before we paint. If you’re going to do the best job for your kid, then you need it to be the best.”

“I’ll get Mel and the girls to go and organize a carpet.”

Ten minutes later, Mel was out the door with a glare. He didn’t want her at home anyway, not with the decorating he wanted to get done.

When Mel pulled out of the driveway with Natasha, Penny, and Sarah, he nodded down the street to a waiting Pipe, who had the furniture he’d gone out on his own to purchase. Mel wasn’t budging on the crib, but he didn’t care what money she wanted to save. His kid would have the best.

“I didn’t think she’d leave,” Pipe said.

Helping the Prez of the Hell’s Wolves carry the furniture upstairs, Pea placed it against the wall.

“You had every intention of tearing the carpet up?” Vanilla asked.

“Of course, but to get this shit in here, I needed her gone. She won’t go shopping for random shit. Once I have it all set up, she won’t argue. I’ll move everything around when I lay the carpet. It’ll be fine.”

“Well now that most of us are here, we need a course of action for Big Ricky,” Saint said. “I’m open to suggestions, but other than kidnap and interrogate him, I’ve got nothing.”

“You want in his home?” Pea asked.

They all talked as they worked.

“It’ll be a safer way than starting a possible war with the Lorenzo family,” Rage said. “This is our turf, but if they feel we’re causing trouble, it won’t stop them from taking over.”

“I hate this shit,” Vanilla said. “Sinners’ Corner is ours. They want to conduct business on our turf, they should be forced to come through us.”

“It’s why I think this is not about taking over turf,” Saint said. “I’m a nosy bastard, and I want to know what he’s trying to hide from the outside world.”

“You think he’s using your club as a blanket cover of some kind?” Pipe asked.

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