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The position she’s now in gives me an uninterrupted view of Christopher Mercer’s empty chair. What the fuck?
“Don’t,” Chewy says in my ear.
“I didn’t fucking say anything,” I growl under my breath so only Chewy can hear me.
“You made the face.”
“What fucking face?”
“The punchy face. Just stay where you are.”
“Chewy?”
“Yeah?”
“Why the fuck are you up in my business when you should be looking after your baby?”
Chewy snorts through the earpiece and all my fire dies out. “Mad Dog, you gifted the world with an incredible man who not only gives me lots of orgasms, but is also a hands-on dad. He’s on Miles duty while I’m on fight the bad guys duty. Trust me, this is what you want me doing.”
I huff out a breath. She’s right. No one is better at this shit than Chewy. “Sorry, sweetheart.”
“Would it make you feel better to know that Blanche is in the ladies room, too?”
My head snaps to the table, the first time I’ve noticed that not only is Blanche missing, but so are Lovely and Nat.
“Wait, where’s Pops?” I ask no one in particular.
“Ah shit,” Tank mutters under his breath, before looking under the table.
“Dad, just accept some shit is about to go down. As long as there’s no fighting, or bleeding, and we get some useful intel, I’m gonna let it slide.”
I stare at Marx like he’s lost the plot. Maybe he finally has. “Let it slide?”
“If I don’t do that I’ll die of a fucking aneurism in the next two minutes and I don’t think my Russian Bratva big brother can save me this time.”
I keep my ass in my seat, but fuck it’s hard not to spring up and go after Willa. My knee bounces as the tension builds and everyone eating their fancy tiny food like nothing is amiss is starting to piss me off.
“Trust her, Dad. She’s got this,” Marx murmurs and I know he’s right.
If I want Willa, and I do, then I have to trust her. But it’s damned hard when my gut is screaming at me, and I’m not one to ignore my gut.
“She’s fine, Mad Dog,” Chewy says.
“And how do you know that? Actually, how the hell do you know half the shit going down? Do you have eyes on?”
Chewy snorts in my ear. “Do I have eyes on? Of course I do.” I’m sure she’s rolling her eyes as we speak. “Mercer didn’t follow her to the bathroom, if that’s what you’re worried about.
“What? If he’s not there, then where the fuck is he? More importantly, where the fuck is she?” I growl down the line.
“All in good time, Mad Dog,” Chewy says mysteriously.
“Chewy?”
“Chewy is unavailable at this time,” Chewy says, making the fuckers around the table snort.
“Chewy.”
“Rider,” Chewy says, ignoring me.
