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Rogue smirked. “Girls,” he predicted. “You sure you don’t want to record this so you know what to expect?”
Savage flipped him off. “I’m going to find Steel.” Then he looked at both girls and said sternly, “You two stay out of trouble or we’re going to have a problem.”
Wren and Win looked up at him, then Wren smirked and said,“You know, I really think that if you’re trying to be scary, you need some tips from Rogue. I mean,wedon’t find him scary, but you might want to work on that before you have twin daughters running around.”
Savage’s stern look turned to a glare, and he growled low in his throat. “Oooh, yes, that’s a good start,” Win praised, wide-eyed. “But, that probably isn’t going to work unless you’re trying to scare off her prom date or something.”
Rogue couldn’t help it, he chuckled. Savage shot him a withering look, but Rogue said, “Yeah, Prez, might want to work on that.”
“Fuck off,” Savage snarled, gave one more glare at the girls, and stalked off.
Steel snickered. “Damn, this is going to be fun. I almost wish I had picked girls for him now.”
“Got the meeting set up,” Fury said as he came back in, stopping when he realized the girls were standing there.
“What meeting?” Wren asked, intrigued.
“One that doesn’t concern you,” Rogue replied firmly. Before she could protest, he said firmly, “Club business.” She snapped her mouth closed with a pout, which he ignored. “I’ll take you to see Code before we leave,” he told Win, who beamed a smile at him. He looked at Wren. “What do you prefer to do?”
“I want to talk to Code, too. I might not know as much as Win does, but I like the idea of knowing how to use stuff like this to my benefit,” she said with a shrug.
Rogue rolled his eyes and huffed out a breath as Fury chuckled. “Whatever. Let me clean up here, and I’ll take you over to see Code.” He wasn’t even going to give Code an option about talking to the girls. If he had to suffer, then his brothers would too, and he didn’t feel an ounce of regret.
“I’ll make up the list of things we need,” Wren said with a smile.
Rogue muttered to himself and ignored Fury’s questioning look. He left the girls with Fury to let Scarlett know that he was leaving and where the girls would be. When he walked into the apartment, he found Scarlett sitting on the couch, hair up in a bun, heating pad on her stomach, and her tablet in her hand. When he shut the door behind him, she looked up at him, glared at him, and turned back to her tablet.
“You alright?” he asked her.
She looked up at him again. “First day of shark week is always a blast,” she said sarcastically. “Cramps, bloating, headache, and the sudden urge to cry and scream at the drop of a hat.”
He didn’t know how to answer that so he just grunted. “I gotta go on a run with Fury. Girls are going to the clubhouse to bug the shit out of Code about computers.”
“Fine,” Scarlett said with a shrug and went back to her tablet.
He scowled. “That’s it?” he asked. “No asking where I’m going?”
She sighed and carefully set her tablet down. She dramatically widened her eyes and shrilly exclaimed, “Rogue, I demand you tell me where you are going right this instant.” Then in her normal voice, added, “Mostly so I know when to expect my solitude to be disrupted and to hide any pointy objects for when you undoubtedly piss me off.”
Rogue narrowed his eyes at her in warning. “Period or not, don’t think I won’t spank that ass for being sassy, Scarlett,” he said silkily.
Instead of looking intimidated, she rolled her eyes and drawled, “First rule about living with women, Rogue, don’t threaten them when Aunt Flo comes to visit and they’re hormonal. I have no qualms about pulling the girls in, too.”
Rogue smirked, leaned down, wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and held her still as he took her mouth. She didn’t fight him, but she didn’t melt against him as she normally would. When he pulled away, he murmured, “See you later, my little minx, and just remember that while I’ll leave you alone for the week, I will be making note of what you’ll be answering for as soon as it’s over.”
Then he turned and walked out the door. He had a feeling it was going to be a long week, but he was also excited to see just how far she was willing to push him. The darkness inside him enjoyed the little battle of wills. It would only make her surrender that much sweeter.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
ROGUE
Detective Isaac was just as slimy and nervous as the last time he saw him. Which was a few months ago when they had tried to figure out if Esme’s father or ex were after her. He always spoke to Fury, or any other brother, and never looked him in the eye if he didn’t have to. It gave him a kind of sick pleasure to see the man squirm.
He had little respect for cops. Especially one so easily bought. Sure, there were some good ones, fair ones, and those he could grudgingly admit were alright to deal with, but most of them were pricks and assholes. Or they saw him, the big, bad biker, and ran off with their tails between their legs so they didn’t have to deal with him.
Not that a few didn’t like to remind him he was an ex-con and would have no issue sending him back to prison if he was caught on the wrong side of the law. Those soon learned that their efforts were not met with cheers or exaltations. He’d be out in an hour, and nothing would change. No judge would look at him either. Probably helped that they had the local ones in their pocket, just in case.
“What can I help you gentlemen with?” the detective asked with a polite smile, though still glancing warily at Rogue. Rogue purposely stood in the corner of the abandoned house they used as their meeting spot. The detective was a veteran of the force, and was about as dirty as a pig in mud. His wife had a pill problem that he enabled, and the money he made from the club went towards paying for his daughter’s treatments for some kind of health condition.
