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“So, the cunt’s family’s insane enough to go up against us?” Texas asked.

I blinked at the change of subject. “I think so. They believe they’re the big bad.”

“Those assholes ain’t met us. We need that crem, pretty quickly,” Texas muttered.

What the hell did a crematorium have to do with anything? That statement was so random!

“Mommy!” Jayes yelled, and I glanced over and cheered as he began swimming.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say that’s Falcon’s kid,” a tall, broad, handsome African American said. He didn’t have his cut on as he wore swim shorts.

“Klutz, it’s uncanny, isn’t it?” Texas replied, seeing my confusion and giving me a lifeline.

“Yeah. Steel’s home.”

“Steel?” I asked.

“Call my name, and I shall appear!” a gorgeous guy teased, appearing. He was dressed in well-fitting jeans, a tee, and his cut. The biker uniform.

“Congrats on the gold and silver, asshole!” Falcon called out. I winced as I saw Jayes cock his head.

Several people got up and slapped him on the back, congratulating him.

“You’re jealous because you can’t match me!” Steel taunted, and Falcon flipped him the middle finger. I tilted my head slightly; something was off with his voice.

“Dude, I’d kick your ass,” Falcon retorted, caught Jayes, turned him around, and sent him back the other way.

“That’s probably true.” Steel chuckled. He accepted more backslaps.

“Nova?” Falcon called.

“Escorted her to your grandpa. Last I saw of her, she was kicking the absolute shit out of an asshole who decided, because he had a dick, he was better than her.” It finally clicked. Steel had an English accent. How interesting.

“That’s my twin.” Falcon grinned and turned his attention back to Jayes. Steel grabbed Hunter’s beer, who kicked him in retaliation and sat at the end of my lounger.

“Hey beautiful, you have to be Mommy of Jayes!”

“Yeah, I’m Mommy,” I hesitated before answering. A growl came from the pool, and I craned my neck, wondering what was happening. Mischief lit up Steel’s eyes. Oh, he was trouble! I recognised it immediately.

“What’s a gorgeous dame like you doing in a place like this?” Steel asked, and I began laughing. From Falcon’s direction came another growl. Was Falcon playing with Jayes, or was that someone else growling? Why were they making that noise?

Texas and Steel swapped amused glances, and I knew they were up to something. The question was what?

Chapter Eleven.

Falcon

Steel had a death wish. He kept flirting with Myka, but she became uncomfortable. Steel caught on pretty quickly and toned it down to Myka’s evident relief. Women usually fell for his accent, which remained strong even after all these years. English fucker.

Myka looked to me for help, and I sent him a warning glare which, luckily, Steel paid attention to. Injured shoulder or not, I’d have beaten his ass.

I caught sight of Diego jogging towards Calamity and bending down to whisper in his ear. Calamity sat up, caught my eye, and nodded towards the pool.

“Texas, can you swim with Jayes? Keep him on laps to build up his core strength,” I called. Texas cast a glance over at Calamity and Diego before nodding. I pulled myself out and crossed to Calamity.

“We’ve got Beauregards at the gates,” Calamity murmured. “They’re demanding to speak to Myka.”

“Tell ‘em to get fucked,” I replied, and Diego snorted and began turning away.