Page 76 of The Devil's Reward
I shake my head. “You owe me nothing,” I say firmly. “You know I’d give my life for any woman in this club, especially Rose.”
He gives a slight incline of his head. “You find the bastard yet?” he asks Sniper.
“Not yet,” Sniper answers grimly. “But we’re working on it. Covering a few different angles.”
He glances around before he asks in a low rasp, “Was it Dmitri or the mole?”
None of us answer for a moment, until finally I say, “After the collision, the SUV was dumped and set on fire. Crypt was able to follow some tracks from there, and they led right back to the clubhouse.”
“So the mole,” Bullet says, holding my gaze. “I don’t care that he tried to kill me,” he says, anger making his voice shake. “I care that he almost killed my woman, and my daughters-in-law. That will never stand. You don’t touch the women, that’s the rule. This mole needs to be found, and when I get out of here, I’m going to kill them with my bare hands.”
His heart monitor speeds up and King puts a steadying hand on his arm, causing Bullet to calm, and the beeping returns to its normal rhythm. “I know you like the pretty nurses, old man, but we don’t want them in here yet,” King says with a small, teasing smile.
Bullet sighs. “Fucking things. I want to get the hell out of here.”
“Won’t happen for a few days at least,” Stone says with a shake of his head. “No way they’re going to let you get up and leave now.”
“Bloody doctors.” He looks to his left at Rose, and his face hardens. “When is she going to wake up?” Then he swallows hard. “If she does.”
“The doctors say that everything looks good, so it’s just a waiting game,” Torque assures him quietly. “Mom’s not going to give up, Dad. You know she’s too damn stubborn to let this bastard get the best of her. And when she wakes up, there’s going to be hell to pay.”
“She’ll probably rally the rest of the women and lead the charge to find our mole if we haven’t by then,” Viper chuckles.
“You’re probably right,” Bullet agrees tiredly. “I didn’t see anyone in that SUV, the windows were too tinted.”
“We’re on it,” Sniper assures him. “You need to rest, and I’ll keep you up to date.”
“Good,” Bullet says. He looks at Viper and I. “You two get your asses out there and get to work. If anyone can find this bastard, it’s you two.”
THIRTY-NINE
QUINN
Am I rushing into this?
“Oh my God!” Peyton screeches loud enough that I have to haul the phone away from my ear. “You finally did it. You slept with him.”
“Shhhhhh,” I hiss, looking around to make sure that Macy isn’t within earshot. She likes Shadow, but I don’t feel like having the birds and the bees talk with her today. “We fooled around, yes, but not, you know, all the way,” I rush to tell her.
“It doesn’t matter, this is a monumental moment,” Peyton argues. “My little sister has finally found a man worthy of a relationship. Please tell me he knows what he’s doing,” she begs.
I blush, thinking about the wicked way Shadow used his fingers and tongue last night. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sated. “He does,” I admit.
Again, another squeal. “We need to get Mom in on this,” Peyton announces.
“No!” I cry, horrified, but of course, she doesn’t listen, bringing Mom into the call. I groan when my mother joins.
“Quinn slept with her biker man,” Peyton announces proudly.
My mother hollers in excitement and I collapse on the couch and put my head in my hands. Why did I think calling them was a good idea? I should have just texted and said everything went well, and left it at that. Then again, this is my family. They would have called anyway and hounded me until I gave up the details. Or worse, they would wait until next week and demand the answers from Shadow himself.
“Quinn, I’m so proud of you,” my mother gushes.
“Good job, kiddo!” my father hollers from the background, making me groan.
“I need to find another family,” I groan. “You guys are terrible.”
They laugh. “Honey, we’re an open kind of family. You should be used to this. Would it help if I told you about what your father and I got up to the other day? I found this new toy I wanted to try out on your father and—”
