Reapers MC: Devil's Game Part 36

"Hi, Dad."

"Hey, Emmy," he said. Thankfully, I could tell from the tone of his voice that there wasn't an emergency. Lately my default a.s.sumption was disaster. "I'm just calling to find out if you're coming home for Thanksgiving. There's supposed to be a snowstorm tonight, figured I'd check in. You'll want to drive during daylight tomorrow, if you plan to be here ..."

I smiled despite myself. No matter how weird life got, some things about Dad never changed.

"It's killing you that you're not here to check the tire pressure on my winter tires, isn't it?"

He stayed silent for a minute.

"Not gonna answer that," he said finally. "But since we're talking vehicles, when's the last time you changed your oil? I think it's just a matter of time before that car starts burning it. You should really be thinking about getting something newer."

"My car is fine, Dad," I said, feeling a little squishy inside. Sure, he drove me crazy. But I also loved the way he was always watching out for me. I missed him, I realized. I wanted to go home for the holiday.

"I need to talk to Hunter about Thanksgiving," I said slowly. "We'd discussed cooking something here, with his brothers."

Silence fell.

"You could bring him to Coeur d'Alene," Dad said.

I almost dropped the phone.

"Can you repeat that? I think I heard you wrong. Did you just invite Hunter for Thanksgiving?"

"Yeah," he said. "Not to the Armory, of course. I know you're convinced he's all innocent and s.h.i.+t, but a lot of the guys don't buy it. But I'll let him into the house if you come home."

I tried to process this.

"Where would he sleep?"

I heard a strangled noise on the other end of the line.

"He could stay in your room with you."

"Dad?" I asked carefully. "Are you dying?"

"What the f.u.c.k is that supposed to mean?"

"Like, do you have cancer or something? This isn't you. You're being ... nice."

"I want my daughter home for f.u.c.king Thanksgiving," he snapped. "If that means I have to put up with her douchebag boyfriend, I will."

"He's my old man, and he's not a douchebag."

"Talk to your sister," he said suddenly, and then Kit was on the phone.

"I think Dad's about to have a stroke," she told me, her voice excited, the words tripping out almost too fast to follow. "Seriously. He's clenching his fists and his face is all red."

"He just told me Hunter could sleep in my room for Thanksgiving."

Dead silence.

"That is so f.u.c.king unfair," she burst out. "You know how many guys I've tried to bring home? He never lets any of them stay with us."

"That's the problem," I heard Dad say in the background. "Guys. Plural. I don't agree with Em's choice, but at least she made one. You're just using them up like tissues."

"Like you should talk?" she demanded. "You're worse than a f.u.c.king alley cat!"

Great. Once they started, they could go on like this for hours. I hung up, knowing Kit wouldn't even notice. I'd talk to Hunter after my shower, I decided. I wasn't quite sure what to think. I wanted to be with my family for the holiday, but I didn't entirely trust Dad not to shoot Hunter. He'd nearly killed at least two of my boyfriends in the past, and they hadn't even done anything to p.i.s.s him off.

I shut the door and locked it, then stripped down and stepped into the shower with a shudder. I'd bleached the h.e.l.l out of it the first morning I'd stayed there, but whatever lived in there was vigorous and fighting back. Nasty black c.r.a.p was already creeping in along the seams.

Kelsey, I thought. Talk to Kelsey, see if she has room. No matter how much you love him, you can't live in a house where the shower is hostile and sentient.

And to think, all this time I'd been afraid of the Devil's Jacks and their guns-it'd never occurred to me that the real danger was their disgusting, moldy bathroom.

Chemical warfare.

Hopefully Hunter would go to Dad's house with me. At least there, I knew the bathroom would be cleanish. I'd only been gone from Coeur d'Alene a month, nowhere near enough time for this kind of damage, even if Dad deliberately sprayed the mold with magic mold-food every day.

HUNTER.

Em sat on my lap, her legs on either side of my hips, facing me. She was a smart girl-it's pretty d.a.m.ned hard for a man to say no to a woman when her p.u.s.s.y's snuggling up to his c.o.c.k. Would've been perfect if it weren't for her clothes. I really needed to steal those, maybe set them on fire ...

"So you'll come with me?" she asked. "I won't leave without you, but I really want to go. You can even bring Kelsey."

I snorted.

"Kelsey hates holidays. Says they make her think of kittens vomiting, too much nice family c.r.a.p."

Em frowned and c.o.c.ked her head.

"That makes me sad," she said softly. "You guys deserved so much better."

"It's better now, babe." I leaned up and kissed her, sucking her lower lip into my mouth. She wiggled against my d.i.c.k, with predictable results. Would I ever get tired of holding this woman? Couldn't imagine it happening, that's for d.a.m.ned sure.

Then she pulled away and I groaned.

"You didn't answer my question," she said, smiling at me eagerly. "Will you come for Thanksgiving?"

"You're not being particularly subtle," I told her, raising a brow.

"I'm all about direct communication. What's the verdict?"

"I need to talk to Burke about it," I said, considering. "I know it's about seeing your family, but there could be larger implications. But if Burke's okay with it, I can't imagine anything more fun than spending a holiday in the home of the man who wants me dead. Like our own f.u.c.kin' Hallmark movie, but with live ammo."

Em squealed, wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing tight. This crushed her b.o.o.bs against my chest, which I approved of completely. Did Hallmark movies have s.e.x scenes?

"You're the best," she whispered. "I can't wait to show you everything. And I promise, I'll protect you from Dad."

I burst out laughing.

"I don't need protection."

She pulled away and gave me a look.

"Yeah, right," she muttered. "You're a big bad biker and everyone is afraid of you. Unfortunately, so are the Reapers, and there's a whole lot of them all concentrated in one place. We're going to play it safe the whole time, I promise. This means so much to me, Liam-when will you talk to Burke?"

"He's supposed to call sometime this evening," I said, running my hands down her back to cup her a.s.s. "I'll ask him then."

"Sounds good," she murmured as I pulled her up tight into my hips. Then I rolled until she lay flat under me, all soft and open and gorgeous.

"I love seeing you like this," I said. "Love it when your hair is all over my pillow. I want a picture."

"What do you mean?"

I reached for my phone, unlocking it and opening the camera app. Then I sat up, straddling her, and held it over her head.

"I want a picture of you like this. Smile for me."

She rolled her eyes.

"Way to put me on the spot," she muttered, but she smiled. Then right as I took the shot, she stuck out her tongue.

"You're a very naughty girl," I said, frowning at her. "Now smile for real this time or I'm giving you a spanking."

I snapped another shot as the disposable cell on my bedside table started ringing.

"That'll be Burke," I said. I dropped my phone on the covers and reached for the burner. "I'll be right back, okay? Don't move."

She laughed and nodded. I took the cell and stepped out of the room, answering it in the hallway.

"Hey," I said. "What's up?"

"The sky and hard d.i.c.ks," Burke said. "What the h.e.l.l do you think?"

I snorted.

"G.o.d, you're a ray of suns.h.i.+ne in my life."

"I do my best. We've got news," he said. "Not good news. I guess there's a guy up in Coeur d'Alene pretending to be a Devil's Jack. Got a call from a bar owner, says he's been in a couple times, talking s.h.i.+t about the Reapers, making threats."

"You're f.u.c.king kidding me."

"Nope."

"Any chance he's one of ours?" I asked. s.h.i.+t. I really, really didn't want to put another brother in the ground.

"He's not ours," Burke said. "But he's sneaky as h.e.l.l. I guess the Reapers know about him, but they haven't caught up to him yet. He must've been sent by the cartel, kind of like waving a red flag in front of a bull. They're desperate for us to turn on each other. I think there's something deeper going on down south than just a territorial expansion. This isn't their usual M.O."

"You want me to look into it?" I asked, leaning back against the wall. "I've got the perfect excuse. You'll never guess who called today and invited me to his place for Thanksgiving."

"Hayes?"

"Got it in one," I answered. "You think it's related?"

"Possible," Burke said. "I can think of several reasons he might do it. He wants his kid back, probably sees inviting you as the best way to get her there. Not only that, you walk right into his house, easy as h.e.l.l to ambush you. Or I suppose-and this is a h.e.l.l of a long shot-that it's possible he's just being a decent human being, opening his home to his daughter's old man. If we can open communications, that'd be a real win-win here."

"So basically I'm bait?" I asked.

"I prefer the word 'chum.' "

"You have no idea how inspiring it is for a man to get a personal pep talk like this from his president. I'm a.s.suming finding this faker is a high priority while I'm there?"

"You got it."

"And if I find him?"

"I'll want to talk to him," Burke said. "If he's connected to the cartel, we'll share him with the Reapers. Maybe that'll convince them we're for real. After that, accidents happen. Now go tell your girl you're going home with her for the holiday. Maybe get a special 'thank you' b.l.o.w. .j.o.b. I think you should enjoy your d.i.c.k while you still can-Reese Hayes is probably planning to cut it off when you get there."

He hung up on me, and I snorted. Always a joy.

I turned off the phone and opened my bedroom door.

"Hey, babe ..."

I froze, taking in the sight of Em kneeling in the center of my bed, staring at me with tearstained eyes. Her hand trembled as she held up my phone. f.u.c.k. Something was very, very wrong.

"I wanted to surprise you," she said softly. "Put that new picture with my contact info, so you'd see it whenever I call. I went to grab the one you just took."

Oh, double f.u.c.k. I knew exactly where this was going.

"Em-"

"Don't you f.u.c.king talk to me!" she screamed suddenly, throwing the phone across the room at me like a missile. I ducked and it hit the wall, faceplate shattering.

Okay. She'd found the pictures I was supposed to erase. Time for damage control.

"Let me explain."

"I. Said. Don't. Talk. To. Me." she said, her voice like ice. That was when it hit me. I'd screwed up bad. Real bad. "You know, I wasn't even trying to snoop. You took that picture less than five minutes ago, your G.o.dd.a.m.ned phone was still turned on when you dropped it. It was in a f.u.c.king alb.u.m with my name on it. Christ, Hunter. Do you ever tell the truth? You promised me you'd delete those photos. You promised me. I shouldn't be afraid to look at something that has my f.u.c.king name written on it!"