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“That girl is an early riser. Her first class starts at nine. It’s a little over a twenty-minute drive to campus and I had her leave a little early just in case she felt like there was anything wrong with her car after Charmer worked on it yesterday. I never did get a chance to check behind his work.”
“There still a man on her?” Kip nodded his head. “It’s not Charmer, is it?” My asshole club brother threw his head back and laughed at me instead of answering.
“What’s so funny?” Trench asked as he walked up.
“This schmuck wants to know who is on nanny watch. Worried it might be Charmer,” Kip informed him.
“Oh? Did Charmer show some interest?”
“He hugged her and held her a little too close for comfort yesterday when she learned some of the shit that went down at that fucking house of horrors she was living in before.”
They both turned to look at me. I shrugged. “He puts his hands on her again, he might lose them before he loses his chance at that patch he’s been chasing.”
“Damn, dude. That’s harsh,” Trench muttered.
“That’s fucking reality.”
“Noted. What’s on tap for today?” Kip and I turned to eye the man. “You gonna get your guy out to the house of horrors to poke around?”
“Need to okay that with Prez first, but that’s the general plan. Until we can get out there to assess the damage that might have been done, and if anyone might have seen video of us taking that dickwad out of the house, we still need eyes on the place twenty-four seven.”
“Okay, keep me updated. I need to get to work, but I’ll catch up with you later,” Kip managed to get out before he was too far away. The bastard was always on the move and too busy for his own good.
Scout moved onto the barstool beside me and quickly let me know that she’d overheard our conversation. “Just let me know when Tripp gives the okay for me to get involved.”
I tipped my beer at Scout and then stared off at the wall of liquor in front of me. It was still hard to imagine that my little sweetness would have been a corpse in that asshole’s basement if she hadn’t started working for Kip.
“Did you come to an agreement with where you stand with his nanny?” I turned to eye Scout, wondering why she would ask something like that. I shrugged my shoulders in response. “If you did, then I am not available any longer.”
“Dammit, Scout. That’s a stupid fucking rule. You know the old ladies think you’re doing their men anyway, so what does it matter if you are or aren’t?”
“It matters to me.” She turned and left, and for some fucked up reason, I felt like I’d offended her. She was the last person I meant any offense to. Hell, before Nova came along, I’d thought about starting something semi-serious with Scout. The only thing that held me back was knowing that my brother was still in love with her. Then there was the part where I wasn’t. I loved the woman, thought she was amazing, talented, and a good fuck in bed. We were friends who fucked. That was it. I would have tried for her though because she deserved to have more respect than she was given as a club girl, even if she was allowed to deny brothers who had attachments to other women.
That was the thing that made Nova different. When I thought of upgrading Scout’s status from club girl to claimed woman, I never imagined a family with her, just making sure she wasn’t treated poorly by anyone. When I thought of Nova, I couldn’t get the picture of her carrying our babies in her belly out of my fucking head.
I never wanted kids until now. I could see her being the perfect fucking mom to them though. She’d never do anything to harm them. That much, I was sure of because that girl had been put through hell by her family because of what her own mother had done.
I turned to see Trench still sitting at the bar eyeing me as Scout walked away. “She’s your ‘guy’, isn’t she?”
“What if she was?”
“Wouldn’t matter to me. If she gets the job done and stays loyal to the club, I have her back and yours. Not sure how Prez will view it, though.”
I nodded and stood. “Going to kick the vermin in the shed around, you want in on it?”
“The goon who fucks corpses?” I nodded my response to Trench. “Fuck yeah, I’m down.”
Nova probably assumed that we’d killed the bastard already, and we would, but we had kept him alive for weeks in the hopes that we’d get answers out of the bastard. He was a weak little pissant who literally shit himself whenever we came at him with weapons, but I had to give the corpse-fucking-cunt props when it came to keeping his mouth shut. He hadn’t given up a single secret.
The minute we walked into the shed, Dave the Corpse Fucker started to piss himself again. “Jesus Christ, do you have no self-respect?” Trench asked him.
“Nah, he’s the biggest pussy I ever met.” The taunt slipped free as I stared the fucker right in the eyes. I could still see a hint of defiance there. He was keeping secrets, even after the abuse we hurled at him. Pissing on himself was a way to try to keep us away. It never worked, but he continued to try.
“This piece of shit couldn’t even fuck live girls because they proved too much of a challenge for him.” The snicker I let loose while explaining things to Trench was for Dave’s benefit. The bastard did not enjoy being humiliated. “I wonder what you employer thought of you fucking the corpses?”
Trench grinned at me as I asked the question and then turned my attention to him instead. “I bet that wouldn’t go over too well because corpses make for great evidence. Anyone caught with the videos, pictures, or any knowledge that he had those girls in that house would be hauled in on the same sick charges. You know what happens to assholes like that in prison?”
I nodded my head theatrically. “Yeah, they become the bitch, for everyone, then they end up dead in the worst ways.” I glanced back at Dave. “I hear the correction officers look the other way when it happens, too. No one likes child predators or corpse fuckers. You hit the bottom of the barrel on two counts there, Davey-boy.”
