Page 17 of Nines's Time

“Storm, your kid smells,” Nerd yells, getting to his feet. “I’ll hold ‘em, feed ‘em, and all the cool uncle shit, but I’m not doing diapers.”

Chuckling, I shake my head, knowing that’s complete bullshit. From the look on Cara’s face and the way she’s rolling her eyes, he’ll probably be doing that sooner than he thinks. But who the hell knows.

Sighing, Storm steps away from Blow just as Cara stands.

“I’ll help you with them,” Cara states, cradling the baby in her arms.

“Thank you,” Storm says, taking the one Nerd’s holding and looking at Sniper. “I’ll come get him in just a moment.”

“I’ll grab him and bring him to the room,” Blow says, moving from my side to help his woman.

Storm smiles at him brightly, and I guess I can see why he’s got no problem helping out when he’s rewarded with his woman’s smile. She might be blood, but it’s not hard to miss; she’s a beautiful woman. Stunning really.

I watch on as the three of them leave the room and move to the table Nerd and Sniper are taking up. As I take my seat, I hear the sound of Lucky yelling.

“Fuckin’ hell, woman. Keep that fuckin’ snake locked the fuck up.” He’s loud enough for the entire club to hear him.

And I can only guess as to what’s happened. Chelsea’s python got out again. That or she put him somewhere.

“Excuse me,” Chelsea snaps, coming into the main room with Lucky right behind her and the damn snake hanging around her neck. “I needed to clean Sassy’s cage, and she needed to be somewhere secure where I knew she would be safe.”

“Fuckin’ hell, that’s a big ass snake,” Nerd mutters.

“Yeah, well, don’t be putting that thing in my goddamn room. And you can tell me how you keep getting in there in the first place,” Lucky growls, planting his hands on his hips.

“I picked the lock, of course.” She smiles with that knowing look. We all know her brother, Driver, taught her everything he knows. Where Storm was this club’s princess growing up, Chelsea was the Colorado charter’s, and the two of them have always been thick as thieves.

“You . . .” Lucky stares at Chelsea as if she’s got two heads before narrowing his gaze further. “You picked the lock? Are you fuckin’ insane?”

“That has yet to be determined, but we’ll see,” she says and turns on her heel to walk away. “I’m going to put Sassy up and get going. I have work that I need to attend to.”

I furrow my brow at her announcement. Chelsea manages the company that Storm signed over to the club, and she’s damn good at it, but why is she going in this late?

“Why is she going into the office so late?” I ask my concern as Lucky joins us.

“What?” Lucky looks at me with a cocked brow.

“Chelsea.” I nod in the direction she went. “What is she doing going to the office this late?”

Lucky furrows his brow and shakes his head. “I don’t know what the hell that woman is up to.”

Shaking my head, I let out a harsh breath and lean forward, bracing my forearms on the table, looking in his direction. “Think you should find out?”

“I’ll look into it,” he grunts, leaning back in his seat.

“Right,” I mutter and glance up as Blow rejoins us taking a seat between Sniper and myself. “Got news,” I inform him before anyone else can speak of what I know we all want to discuss.

“What?”

“Markus called.” I go on to recap what he’d told me over the phone about the judge and DA and how Luka is also involved with making sure this all goes away. “So, fingers crossed, this shit will be over soon, and we can put it behind us.”

“Doesn’t mean we still won’t have the Crimson Blood Clan to deal with,” Blow states, tapping his fingers on the table like he’d done at the bar.

“No, but it’s one less headache on our plates,” I retort.

“Yeah.” He nods and cocks a brow. “Now, tell me what you didn’t want to say in front of Storm.”

“What are you talking about?”

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