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“The only appreciation of dresses you’ll be doing is the ones scattered on your bedroom floor after you’ve brought home a few, Rafe.” Jared smiled back at him.
Rafe shrugged unapologetically. “Yeah, silk dresses, lacy panties…”
“Stiletto heels?” Lena piped up with a mischievous grin, keen to join in.
Rafe smiled. “Nah, I tell them to keep those on.” He replied. Lena remembered Carmelo had done exactly that with her own shoes. She had obeyed him, that night in the hotel, and it had felt so elicit and erotic. She blushed profusely and hoped no one noticed.
“Right, I think we get the picture!” April chimed in as Chase stopped singing and started waving a book around, listening to them talking. “Your support is great, Rafe, but please I’m looking at this as a community event, to gather support, rather than a ‘help Rafe get laid’ type of event.”
Rafe winked. “Got it, don’t worry, I don’t need any events to help me get laid-”
“Yes, okay, anyway-”
“Mama read?” Chase piped up.
April hauled the toddler up onto her lap and fussed over getting him in position and focused on the book.
Lena settled back on the sofa, stroked Shadow the cat gently down his back, sipped her martini and listened to April read a story about farm animals. She had been dying to see the MC Clubhouse, and now she had, it was both everything and nothing like she had expected.
Wild living indeed.
But also, friendship, family, belonging. She could understand what Carmelo liked about it here. What had drawn him in, what kept him coming back, what spurred his loyalty to them.
She felt instantly at home.
Carmelo
Carmelo ran a hand over his short hair and let out a big breath. Colt had listened, in fact, he’d taken it to heart a little more than Carmelo was expecting. Carmelo had thought, when he told Colt about Max’s reckless behavior on the highway, Colt would be angry, he’d swear a bit, bang some furniture around and then nod Carmelo out of his office, crack his knuckles and promise to “deal with it”. However, Colt had put his head in his hands and whispered what Carmelo swore sounded suspiciously like a prayer, and then looked back up at Carmelo with sadness in his eyes.
“Did they have a briefcase on them, either Max or José?” Colt said, desparation in his eyes.Carmelo blinked. “Er...I don’t know, I didn’t see. There was space for either of them to have a briefcase on their motorcycles somewhere...why?”
Colt sniffed. “I’d given Max a very important delivery, from Jovan Zakarian. They were to take it upstate...they were to have a unmarked police escort.”
Carmelo puffed out a breath. “I mean they were heading up the highway...with a police escort...What was in the briefcase?”
Colt bit his lip. “I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to know. I have a feeling it might have been...some sort of body part to be honest, it was a refrigerated briefcase-”
“Fucking hell.” Carmelo ran his hand through his short hair. The conflict inside him raged. She was a criminal, her family were criminals. They’d hurt his own family, they’d hurt countless other families...and yet he’d had the best day of his life out with her that day. Her smile melted him, her voice soothed him. Her pussy...well he’d be a fucking slave for her and her pleasure once she understood how to yield it properly.
“If Max fucks this up, I worry it will be some piece of him in the next refrigerated delivery...” Colt’s voice pulled Carmelo out of his own personal dilemma.
Carmelo then found himself backtracking and trying to defend Max, talk it down a bit. Carmelo had a terrible feeling if this was Max’s last strike. Max had gotten into trouble before, mainly with his reckless use of motorcycles. He had a brain tumor and was prone to seizures, his judgment of what was safe or acceptable was severely impaired. The doctors had done what they could, but the tumor was inoperable, pushing his eye out of its socket. They were watching the seventeen-year-old turning from a kindhearted, good natured kid to a bitter, volatile adult in front of their eyes. And it didn’t sit well with any of them but there was nothing else anyone could do, no where he could go.
“I can’t just cut him loose, he has no one else,” Colt had muttered quietly.
Carmelo bit his lip. “How much time does he have?”
Colt flicked his eyes to Carmelo. “They aren’t sure. Maybe ten years. Maybe less. Put it this way, he doesn’t need to worry about getting gray hair and saggy balls,” Colt sighed.
“Aw, fuck.” Carmelo hung his head, too, hating to be the bearer of bad news.
“Lyle went to rehab, that worked out okay-”
“Yeah, this time around,” Colt grunted. “It hasn’t before, in the past, and it might not again-”
“But could Max go away somewhere, could you send him on a mission or something,” Carmelo swallowed, he had no idea about any of the MC lingo, “so he can just have a bit of time on the road, to cool off-”
Colt stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment. “Nomad?”
