Page 47 of Crusher

“Is it illegal?” Crash asks casually, and my lips twitch because he knows damn well it is otherwise Bones would tell us his plan.

“I could be looking at probably twenty to fifty years in prison if I’m caught,” he answers just as casually and my mouth parts because what the fuck?

Fifty years inside?

“I’ll keep you all informed,” he says like he didn’t just drop a bomb on us, and I blink.

“Surely you can’t expect us all not to question you over this?” Blaze chokes, “I mean, prison? Fifty years in prison? Are you fucking high?”

Apparently fucking so.

“As I said, I’m going to assess my plan first, then I’ll bring it to the table, but brothers, they’re pests, they’re hurting innocents, and with Alex’s dad being a Charger, it would mean Kayden is in danger,” Bones says seriously, and I look at my girl again.

Fuck, I’m not going to intervene.

“Let him work out a plan,” I instantly state, my family’s safety coming first. I hear a sigh, then Cage agrees, “Okay, keep us informed,” before he asks, “Crusher, ETA coming home? When is your next shift? I need to organize the next two runs around Blade’s old lady's pregnancy.”

I wince as my wife’s hand twitches.

Fuck, she’s going to kill me or worse, break my dick….

“I uh, I’m already home,” I reluctantly admit, and Dad snaps, “That place is not your fucking home, Hill Crest is your home!” not understanding my words, and I swallow hard.

“I’m with your dad here!” Blaze snaps, and I mutter, “He’s your dad, too,” just to piss him off, and Blaze grunts, “Don’t make me fucking hit you again,” and my lips twitch before I clear my throat.

“I’m home, I went with plan C,” I reluctantly admit, but unfortunately, they need to know, just in case my wife does kill me.

“What’s plan C?” Crash questions before Blaze snaps, “Please tell me you did not go with plan Cage?”

I wince as Alexiana groans, and I mutter, “Okay, I won’t tell you I went with plan Cage, but what I will tell you is that the house my mom’s father had, it never burnt down. I got it in his will and have been renovating it for years and made it a home, so if you don’t hear from me for a few days then it’s because my wife has killed me, who I think may be waking up from the sedative I gave her…”

“Holy shit, it was nice knowing you, son,” Chain mutters just as Dad snaps, “You’ve been living on club property all this time and not said anything? We could have made a road!”

I roll my eyes as Cage admits, “Dad offered, but he declined, he likes the privacy, though that privacy might come and bite him in the fucking ass now when Alex kills him. No one mentions outside of this room where he's living, we still have a traitor at large!”

“No one is going to say anything!” Trick snaps before he asks, “What did you use?”

I wince and admit, “The spare sedative you gave me in case she broke down for a second time, but I laced it in her water,” and a collective of groans echoes while Cage chuckles, “I’m so fucking proud of you,” and I smirk.

Fucking Cage.

Chains snaps, “Seriously, son?! You’re proud of him? She said she’d come home!”

“Actually,” I but in, “she was getting ready to tell me she was not going to come home. Kayden overheard her on the phone yesterday about apartments an hour outside Hill Crest, in Flo Ave.”

“Fuck’s sake!” Blaze grunts, and I nod even though he can’t see me, while my wife slowly moves her head, squeezing her eyes tight, and I wince again, knowing I need to hurry this phone call up.

“She thinks Kayden hates her, but really, he feels bad because not only did he tell her he hated her, but everything he hears, he’s relaying it to me knowing I’m trying to get back with his mom, and she is going to be pissed,” I admit, “As soon as she was out of it, Kayden helped me pack up all their shit and put it into the moving van I picked up with a trailer while she thought I was looking at the station in Rose Hill, towed my bike back and left her shit box back in Rose Hill.”

“Oh shit, it was nice knowing you,” Crash cackles, but as soon as I admit, “She’s currently handcuffed to the bed,” the whole of the church bursts out in laughter.

Fucking assholes…

“What, I, huh?” Alexiana groans, and the cuffs rattle, causing her eyes to pop open as she tries to move her hands before she gasps.

“Oh fuck,” I mutter just as my wife's dark green eyes snap my way full of anger, and I swallow hard while my cock, unhelpfully hardens at the sight.

Down boy, not the time…