Page 3 of Triple the Secrets
Over the next couple of hours, they ate and talked a bit before the girls started to nod off. Once the girls were in bed, tucked up tight against each other under the blankets, Scarlett made her way back out into the living area. Lewis sat in a chair near the window, his gun on his lap. “Are you expecting them to come?” she asked him softly.
He shrugged. “They might not chance coming here, but if they do, I’ll be ready.” He eyed her. “You’re safe here, Scarlett, and I promise we’ll get you out of here. Though I ain’t going to lie and say that it’ll all be over. From the sounds of it, those girls were promised to someone, and that someone isn’t going to be too happy that they’re not being delivered. Are you ready to start a new life with them?”
She nodded. “I won’t leave them. They have no one.”
“They have you,” he corrected. “If that’s what you want, then we’ll make it happen. When my friend gets here tomorrow, he’ll have new documentation for all of you, and we’ll get you out of here.”
“How can I ever thank you?” she whispered, staring at him.
“You can thank me by living a good life with those girls and showing them that not all people are like these bastards,” he answered gruffly. “Ain’t no one who should go through that. Being the age they are, they’re going to struggle, and they’re going to need someone to help them. You being there for them will hopefully ease things. You’re getting another chance, and something tells me that you won’t waste it.”
“I won’t,” she vowed. “I don’t have much in way of family or friends, and I doubt any of them have noticed I’m gone. It can be a second chance for all of us.”
He nodded. “Then you go and get some rest, and tomorrow, you can start your new life.”
Scarlett nodded and headed back down the hall. There was only one bed, but she still climbed in with the girls. She wrapped her arm over them as they burrowed in closer.
Tonight, she finally felt safe, so she let sleep claim her.
CHAPTERONE
ROGUE
Present Day
He scowled at both men as they regarded him expectantly. “Let me get this straight,” he said slowly. “You want me to take your kids to the damn library for a couple of hours, all so you both can bang your women without the kids around to hear? I got that right?”
Fury nodded. At six-four, he and Rogue stood eye to eye, but while Rogue had thicker muscle, Fury was lean. Fury had thick black hair, a goatee, and a glint in his eyes that could turn into a storm in a heartbeat if you pissed him off. Add in the ink that covered his arms, and most would turn and run the other way when they saw him. “Brother, I just bought some new stuff to try, and I want her to scream as loud as she wants, and I need that to happen before I go insane, because she has refused to use them with Gabe in the house.”
Unmoved, Rogue regarded Savage. “What’s your excuse? You and your woman go at it like rabbits anyway and normally don’t give a shit if anyone hears.”
Savage smirked, clearly pleased about that. Savage was a huge man; standing at six feet five inches of pure muscle, he was the tallest out of all of them, though not by much. “She’s pregnant, man, and right now, she’s horny as hell, and since Fury wants you to take Gabe to the library, Ronin will be upset if he isn’t invited along.”
Rogue sighed heavily. “You both realize I have a shit load of work to do, right?” he grunted. “You know, running the business that we own.” He glared at Fury. “And you taking away my office manager for some afternoon fun ain’t exactly best business practice.”
Fury shrugged. “I heard she already threatened to shoot Razor once today for pissing her off, so think of it as a favor. I’m making sure no one ends up with a bullet in their ass for you.”
“I can do that all on my own,” Rogue reminded him drily. “Fine, fine, I’ll do it. You both owe me, though,” he added with a pointed look. “And I will be collecting.”
“Anything, man,” Fury promised. His dark eyes glittered with anticipation. “Gabe and Ronin are playing with Neron behind the clubhouse. A prospect’s watching them.” Then, without another glance, he turned on his heel and stalked towards the office area of the garage. Rogue and Savage watched as he rounded the desk, took his Old Lady, Esme’s, hand and hauled her to her feet. She started to struggle, but stopped when he put his mouth near her ear. When she glanced through the doorway at Rogue, Rogue rolled his eyes at her and nodded. She grinned, and then they were out the door.
Savage clapped Rogue on the shoulder and said, “Don’t let the boys talk you into too much, brother. They’re sneaky when they put their minds to it.”
“They’ll make damn good brothers when they grow up,” Rogue told him. Then, just to needle him, he added, “Hopefully you did your job right and this newest one will, as well. Cause we’re all fucked if it’s a girl, brother. None of us know how to deal with little girls around here.”
Savage scowled at him. “Don’t even say those words. As far as I’m concerned the only kids that will be running around here are boys, and they’ll be hell on wheels by the time they’re teenagers.”
Rogue arched a brow at him. “How many boys are you planning on having?”
“As many as my woman will let me,” Savage grinned. “Especially since I love the part where we get to practice making them.” Then he walked off, whistling.
“Sickening listening to those two,” Razor commented from the next bay.
“You could be that way too, if you took your woman in hand,” Rogue pointed out as he turned his head to look at him.
Razor scowled. Esme’s best friend, Karissa, was giving his brother the run around. Karissa was wild and, personally, Rogue couldn’t understand what had Razor so tied in knots about her. The woman was headstrong, and she had no problem going toe to toe with any of them. Hell, Rogue respected her because she was damn fierce, and she had helped them rescue Gabe when his sack of shit grandfather had kidnapped him. With a concussion, to boot.
Now, though, she was back to working in town at her job, and it pissed Razor off that she purposely avoided him as much as possible.
