Deeds: Broken Deeds MC (16 page)

The next bullet slams into the ground near Deeds’ feet and Lepack takes off running. The sound of gunfire fills the air as my body hits the dirt. Deeds is lying on top of me and when I look back I see Zack covering Blue and Goffa has Mila and Roan.

When the guys think it’s safe, they let us move. Blue and I are leaning against a truck while Goffa squats down next to me. “Listen…. Fuck!” He scrubs a hand over his face. “So fucking sorry I let you down. I… as of right the fuck now I fucking vow to have your back. Always. So fucking…”

My hand goes to his arm to silence him. “It’s okay, Goffa. Everybody needs to pee at some point in time. Can’t have you pissing all over yourself, now can we?”

Blue barks out a laugh. “Dude, just say thanks or something to the guy. He’s sorry. No need to talk about pee.”

She makes herself laugh all over again. Shit. She’s such a crazy ass. Deeds comes up in front of me and reaches out his hand. When I take it, he pulls me up and wraps his arms around me and just breathes me in.

We cling to each other for a few minutes and I hear Goffa talk to Deeds. “Everything is taken care of. Boys will be here in two minutes. I’m gonna drop Mila and her sister off, okay?”

Deeds’ rough voice agrees as his arms drop. “But you and me are gonna have a little chat later on, VP.”

Goffa gives Deeds a nod before he walks to Mila and Roan.

Deeds wraps his hand tightly around mine and starts to walk toward his car. At the same moment I cry out. He spins around to look at my hand. “You fucking squeezed my fresh ink. Not cool dick. Not. Cool.”

I shake my hand as if I could shake away the burning feeling. His hand gently takes mine and brings it to his face.

The smile that appears is showing off all his white straight teeth. “Love the ring, love. That’s just…” His sharp inhale lets me know he’s seen the Mrs. on the inside of my finger. Bringing my hand to his mouth, he kisses the eagle ring ink while he mumbles. “Taken, huh?”

Leaning my head to his, I whisper, “Yeah, off the fucking market by someone whose name starts with the letter D. I wonder who that might be.”

“I’ll show you who owns that tight pussy the second we’re home.”

I can’t help myself when I say, “See, that’s why I didn’t get the Property Of yet and went with just the D instead. I’m still contemplating if it should say Deeds or Dick since I’m not sure which one of them owns my pussy.”

“Fuck, how in the hell am I gonna drive with the hard on you just gave me?” Cursing a few more times, he grabs me by the wrist and drives me home.

When we get back home, Broke and Depay are waiting in front of the house with another guy. If I remember correctly, they called him Chopper, which means he is the one who’s pissing Dams off. Hearing Deeds curse, I know what he’s thinking.

“Yeah, I know. Believe me, I’d rather get hot, wet, and naked right now too. But we have more important things to deal with. So you go and handle this shit. I need to check out something that crossed my mind before Lepack messed it all up just now. Oh, hey, question… is it okay if I called a few parents to ask them something? It’s just one question, really.”

He turns to look at me. “What is the
something
you’re referring to?”

Shrugging my shoulders, I answer him truthfully. “I think I found a connection, but I need to make sure it’s not just a coincidence.”

He closes his eyes for a moment. “Just tell them you’re an assistant running a checkup. Just one question, Lips.”

“That’s all I need.”

There’s a knock on his side window. Broke is standing there tapping his watch. Yeah, I know. We need to take action. Deeds reaches over and grabs my neck, pulling my face to his and slamming his lips down on mine, forcing his tongue in my mouth. When I feel he’s about to pull away I catch his tongue with my teeth and bite down just a bit, then I let go. “Hurry back.”

With a feather light brush of his lips against mine he whispers back, “Always.” He steps out of the car.

“Chopper, stay here. Lips, if there’s something you need, tell Chopper. He’ll make it happen.”

Walking around the car I say, “You sure about that?”

“Hotlips.” Shit, the way he growls out my name makes my panties wet and my belly flop.

“Jesus, I was just kidding,” I mumble as I fist his shirt and stand on my toes to steal another kiss.

He slaps my ass and steps back. “Let’s go! Lips, go inside and stay there till I come home.”

I’m still mumbling, but this time very low. “Yes, sir.”

Another slap hits my ass. “I like the sound of that. You should save that shit for the bedroom.”

Not mumbling anymore when I reply, “In your fucking dreams, dick.” He chuckles as we walk away in opposite directions.

The moment I step inside I’m kinda disappointed Broke isn’t here. Normally I’d have my brother around for a few hours a day so I’m used to the companionship. Sure, Zack pisses me off most of the time, and I’m sure I do the same to him, but still. With Broke here, it’s like having a younger brother. He’s easy to talk to and I already feel the need to look out for him.

Ah fuck, look at me, getting all soft and shit. Let’s just stick to me missing Broke because he makes a damn fine cappuccino. Yeah, that’s it. I could use one right now. Walking into the kitchen I settle for normal coffee.

I grab my notepad and pen as I walk back into the living room to finish the last few interviews. I write down the very thing that just might be the connection. But before I test my theory I need to see all the interviews and make a few calls.

I’m on my second pot of coffee, by the time I finish the interviews. There was another birthday party mentioned so now I’m ready to make my calls. Shuffling through the information, I decide to call the parents who mentioned it in one of the first videos.

Keeping the phone call light and quick while barely containing the vibrations in my voice, I manage to get the answer to my question. The next three phone calls confirm the same fucking thing. Fuck! I love it when I’m right, but with this it just hurts way more.

I need to run a check. Looking over my shoulder, I see Chopper at the table, fingers tapping away on his laptop. He’s got headphones on with a mouthpiece and is mumbling orders. Jesus, fucking nerd. He’s gotta be playing some kind of game.

I know I’m Broken Deeds right now and Deeds told me we’ve got our own intel guy. Seriously, the guy is in the room with me right now, yet I still don’t want to listen. Mainly, because I know for fucking sure he will contact Deeds and at this point I don’t want him to. I need to have all of this shit straight in my head before I send in the fucking cavalry.

So, me being me, I send a quick text to Nerd asking her to run a check for me. Within seconds I get a reply that she’s on it. See? That’s exactly why I didn’t turn to Chopper. I know I need to make the transition but this is just the fast and easy way for me right now.

Grabbing some lotion Blue left me, I take care of my new ink. Shit. I have never in my fucking life wanted a tattoo. Now I have two, and I’m sure I’ll be getting another one very soon. Putting it off just doesn’t make any sense but seriously, it’s creepy as fuck that I want a Property Of tattoo. But I’m fucking proud to belong to him. He’s it for me. And with the feelings he showed the second he met me, I know the feeling is mutual. 

Wanting the tattoo is just confirmation for me, but the mark on my body is a statement to show everyone on the outside.

When I’m almost done rubbing the lotion in, my phone buzzes indicating I have a new message.

Without thinking, I grab my phone and swipe my finger across it, leaving smears all over it and it’s fucking up the screen. Wiping it on my pants while I do the same to my hand, I turn to read the message. Just as I fucking thought.

All the parents used the same fucking diner to celebrate their son’s seventh birthday. I asked Nerd to run a check to see if one of the brothers worked there or if it’s somehow connected to them. She just sent the info that the younger brother used to work there.

I bet he’s still going there to check out the merchandise. Fuck! That’s just, ugh, my fucking mind needs to stop setting things in that perspective. But yeah, that’s probably the most accurate way to put it. That’s the way they are looking at these boys. Hmmm, maybe he’s still working there every now and then, off the books, for spare change or something. Like what Roan did, except she was doing the other waitress a quick favor since she happened to be there. Fuck!

I need to check out this diner. I don’t know what I’m looking for exactly or what I will find. I know it’s stupid, but I just want to see for myself. Since it’s late in the afternoon, it’s the perfect time for birthday parties. Damn, and it’s not like I can fucking just step out of the door and leave either.

Chopper will stop me the second my ass steps out the door. Looking over at Chopper, who is still completely absorbed into his game. I walk up to him and tap his arm. He removes one ear from his headset while keeping his other hand and eyes on the game. “What?”

“I’m gonna lie down for a bit, okay? I’m beat.”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.” Putting the headset back in place, he’s already back to barking orders into the mouthpiece.

Fuck me, that was easy. Now all I need is a ride. I don’t have my car here and… Hmm. No, I bet Grams won’t let me lend her bike for a quick run into town. Besides, I don’t want to pull her into this shit.

Then it hits me. Dams still owes me a favor. A few weeks ago he and my brother disturbed my night out. Blue and I were having a great time when they picked us up and Dams needed me on the back of his bike without a fuss. The dick knew I wouldn’t ever ride bitch. I’d rather call a cab or walk home so he told me he would owe me a favor. Ah, it’s just perfect! Walking into the bedroom, I pull up Dams’ number and send him a text.

I’m happy to see his reply, saying he’ll be there in twenty-five minutes. You gotta fucking love the brotherhood of an MC. No questions asked, if you need something, all you have to do is ask. It also doesn’t hurt that he’s my brother’s best friend, his VP and he owes me a fucking favor.

As I pull up the security app on my phone, I feel just a little bit shitty for what I’m about to do. Deeds put it on my phone to show me something about building trust. But I swallow my guilt as I shut down the alarm for the bedroom window.

Crawling out, I manage to get away and make my way to the side of the road where I told Dams to meet me. A few minutes pass before I hear the rumble of his bike. He’s got a ’03 custom Harley Softail Heritage Classic with Thunderbike Beachbar 32 handlebars. He airbrushed skulls on the gastank himself.

Great, I’m gonna have to ride bitch, again. Deeds would definitely kick my ass if he knew. Hell, I bet he would even kick the shit out of Dams. Although he would put up a good fight since Dams is very impressive himself. With his 5 o'clock shadow he looks… Annoyed. That’s how he looks. Wonder what’s up his ass.

Stopping the bike in front of me, he hands me his helmet and barks. “Get on.”

“Well it’s nice to see you too, asshole.”

Giving me a slight smile, he says, “Where to? Lips, is it now? No more Lynn, huh?”

“Yeah, Lips. And we’re going to that diner just off I-81.”

He nods when I slide the helmet on and throw my leg over the bike. Hearing him state  Deeds is going to kill him if he knew. All of them can suck it up. I need to do this.

Dams takes a shortcut through town. Is he fucking crazy? Lots of people can see us this way and it’s gonna get me in trouble. Okay, I’m wearing his helmet so that helps a bit, but still. I am not comfortable looking like a ho sitting on the back of a bike. It takes him fifteen minutes to get to the diner. As he turns off the bike, I step off while he keeps his ass glued to his seat. “What now, Lips?”

“I just need to go inside and stay for a bit, okay?”

He looks as like I just pulled off my head. “You called me to get something to fucking eat? You called in the favor over fucking food? What am I, a fucking prospect?”

Stepping closer, I lean in and jab my finger against his chest. “No, you fucking idiot! I want to get the guy who fucking sliced me. You got a problem with that?”

Standing up quickly, he climbs off the bike, making me take a few steps back. “Why didn’t you fucking say so? Let’s go.”

“Wait! Could you…” Oh, fuck, he’s really gonna hate me now. “Could you take off your cut? I mean, you kinda stand out with it and I want to just observe some shit, okay?”

“I ain’t taking…”

“You fucking owe me asshole. Now take off the cut for just enough time to shove a burger down your throat, okay?”

I can’t have him walk in there wearing that, since it’s a club thing and makes it clear as day he’s Areion Fury with the patch on his back and the vice president on the front.

Growling, he complies with my request and folds his leather cut inside out and holds it in his hand. “How’s that?”

I smile back at him, letting him know I really appreciate it.

Walking inside the diner, I’m not surprised to see it’s very busy. Thankful to see an empty table in the back, we take a seat. It only takes a few minutes for the waitress to show up to take our order.

She wiggles her hips and with them her boobs shake for attention. My eyes stay on Dams and he isn’t even looking at this chick. What’s up with that? He never, ever denies his eyes the pleasure of a set of tits. Oh wait, Blue said something about Nerd. Aww isn’t that just sweet?

My mind is drawn back to reality when I hear Dams order. His eyes never leave the menu and he just keeps ordering. Jesus, he just ordered enough food to feed a family of five or something. Okay, I guess when you consider the size of him it’s not that weird, but still. It might be nasty to see how he’s gonna shove it all in his mouth.

Looking around, I’m pleased to see that there are three tables filled with what looks like birthday parties. After a few minutes the music changes and a happy tune blasts through the speakers.

Someone, dressed in a brown dog costume with flappy ears, comes in with a birthday cake with sparklers on top. The dog makes its way to the table and sets the cake in front of the little girl who’s just turned seven. It’s not hard to guess how old she is, since she has this huge pin with the number seven on her chest. The person in the furry suit taps his hand or fuck, paw over the little girl’s head before heading back the way he or she came.

I just fucking know it’s the person in the furry suit. Fucking hell, these birthday parties are like a catalogue of potential targets. Parents need to make reservations and place a deposit for a party, so they just hand over personal information like it’s nothing. Without knowing it they just served their kids on a fucking silver platter. Fuck! I don’t even have the fucking words for what I’m feeling right now. Getting up quickly, I signal for Dams to stay put. “I’ll be right back, I need to pee.”

Hurrying towards the back, I pass the restrooms and see the guy in the furry suit walk into a hallway. Following at a safe distance, I hear a zipper and watch as he takes off the furry head. As he turns I see the left side of his face, giving me the information I needed. It’s the fucking youngest Lepack brother.

Turning quickly, I rush back to the table. “Okay, we can go now.” Dams looks insulted. Yeah, figures. I bet he’s hungry and now he’s ticked because the waitress started to set all of his food on the table in front of him.

“Sit down, Lips. This will only take a few minutes.” Oh fuck, that’s just gross. I need to look away. Grabbing my phone to distract me I’m shocked to hear him set his knife and fork down after just a few minutes. “Okay, I’m done, let’s go.” Peeking over my phone, I see that every single bite of food is gone. Dams throws some cash on the table and points toward the door.

Lifting my ass from the booth, we leave the diner. I’m hoping I can sneak my way back inside without Chopper knowing that I’ve snuck out.