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He narrows his eyes. “Is this coming from my prospect or my future brother-in-law? Cause I gotta say, if it’s from my prospect, you’re about two seconds away from choking on some teeth.”
My grin widens. “Brother-in-law, huh?”
He punches me on the arm. “That’s what you’re focusing on?”
Shrugging, I reply, “If it boils down to my relationship with Jez or the club, yeah, I’m focusing on anything to do with her every fucking time.”
I know that’s probably not the right answer, but it’s the truth, and I won’t lie about that.
Soul sighs. “Good.”
“‘Bout time,” Demon states when I join him and Jez at the elevators. “We gotta roll if we’re gonna be there in time to accept delivery of your bikes.”
“And I, for one, am really looking forward to seeing you on one of them,” Jez adds with a sexy grin.
Demon presses his palm to the biometric scanner, and the door to the elevator slides open. The three of us step on, but before the door can close, Soul slaps a hand on the frame to stop it.
“Be safe, okay?” he says, staring at his twin with that worry crease wrinkling his forehead.
“Always,” Jez promises.
Forty minutes later, we turn onto Jez’s street in Boulder City, and I spot a truck parked at the curb, and the back is open to reveal three familiar Harleys.
“Just in time,” she says from the passenger seat as my Fat Boy is unloaded.
I can’t fucking wait to get her on the back of my bike. Demon can’t either, and I smirk at the memory of his griping in the garage at the clubhouse. He was pissed because Jez said she’d ride with me in her Charger and not on the back of his bike. I should’ve told her to go with him, but fuck it, I’m selfish.
After parking in the driveway, Demon and Jez begin gathering everything from the vehicles while I sign for my motorcycles. I inspect them for any damage and am beyond grateful when I find none.
“As soon as we get all this shit inside, we can put my car and all your toys in the garage,” Jez says as she lifts a bag from her trunk.
Once we have all our equipment and duffels full of clothes and personal shit on the porch, Jez unlocks the front door, and we step inside. My stomach drops at the sight that greets us.
“What the fuck?” Demon seethes, dropping the duffel he’s holding to the floor.
“How is this… But my… Motherfucker!” Jez shouts.
Her place is trashed. Furniture is sliced open, picture frames are shattered into pieces, and holes are in her walls. But that’s not even the worst of it.
“You’re not as safe as you think you are,” I say, reading the red message on the wall.
“I have great security,” Jez says, scanning the room. “How could this happen?”
I move to wrap my arms around her waist, and Demon steps in front of her to place his hands on her shoulders.
“They won’t get away with this,” I assure her. “Whoever did it, they’ll pay.”
“No shit,” she snaps. “I’ll make sure of it.”
“We’llmake sure of it,” Demon corrects. “The three of us.”
Jez shakes her head, but it’s not a dismissal of his words. “Right. Um, I guess we should go through the rest of the house and see what else they did.”
“Why don’t you go and make sure your lair is still secure, and Demon and I will check out everything else?” I suggest.
She nods. “Good idea.”
Jez ducks under Demon’s arm and stomps across the room toward the kitchen.