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Two weeks later

– DEEDS –

Worry is definitely something that’s keeping everyone busy these past few days. It might not seem like it when you look at Hotlips who is currently helping Queenie. They are sitting at the table sketching a large dragon. The kid…well, she’s a teenager already ’cause time fucking flies…wants to have it inked as soon as her parents will let her.

The meeting with Livi two weeks ago didn’t go well. Understatement. I should have been there with my old lady before Zack got there. On the other hand, who fucking knew Lowyn would turn their own blood against them?

When Livi said, “He didn’t care who died and only thought about his stupid motorcycle gang, even if babies had to die for it.” Everything went to shit.

The he in question was in fact her grandfather whose fucking baby supposedly died in that fire. Zack told her as much. Well, he snarled it which made Livi call him a liar, because according to her all bikers are outlaws who lie, cheat, and think they live above the law. Livi turned on her heels and left. She changed her number and has basically disappeared.

We know she’s currently still working on building her undercover story and is supposed to make contact in three weeks. At least, that’s what her supervisor says who she reports to with regular check-ins.

These three weeks are still a crash course for Livi to learn about the culture, the MC’s behavior, and social integration. All while she’s going through psychological techniques such as role playing to handle unexpected situations. I guess we helped in that particular part.

We were told she had a message for us, more of a demand. Livi wants us to leave her be and respect her wishes. If she did in fact share DNA with Lynn and Zack, then they should honor her request until she was ready to talk about it.

I can see my old lady is having a hard time respecting her niece’s wishes. Hell, Hotlips even suggested we’d go back home to Ryckerdan. Thank fuck she agreed with me to spend at least some more time here with the grandkids.

This morning, she told me it was time to go home. We normally stay a few days here, and it’s almost been three weeks now. My woman might seem cheerful and supportive when she’s around everyone else, but I can definitely see the sadness in her eyes and it’s gut-wrenching.

Which is why I decided to give it one more try.

“Ready?” Archer asks.

“One sec,” I rumble and stalk over to my woman.

She instantly gives me her eyes and I lean in to take her mouth. I love the way she always melts into me without any hesitation no matter where we are.

Pulling back, I tell her, “I’m heading out with Archer. Gonna be back later, okay?”

“Sure thing, babe,” she murmurs. “I’ll be right here.”

Taking her mouth one more time, I close my eyes and murmur, “As if you’d ever leave me.”

I get a sexy as fuck grin along with a sassy tone when she says, “I’ve trained you to be the perfect man for me, and I’m too damn old to start all over again. Also? You’d track my ass down anywhere on this planet.” I narrow my eyes and stop when she adds, “Besides, I love you too much to live without you.”

Brushing my lips against hers to soothe my heart, I murmur, “Good ’cause I can’t breathe without your love.”

She pats my chest and gives a little push. “Okay, leave before shit gets too sappy or we get naked and then our kids, along with the grandkids, will complain about seeing grandpa’s anus.”

I frown and wonder, “Why only my damn ass if we both get naked?”

She rolls her eyes. “Because we’d be fucking and my anus will be on the table. You really should say anus because we’re cutting back on the fucking curse words and anus is better than ass. It’s a larger word for a tight ring while ass is the whole picture. Kinda like going through the eye of a needle. See? Anus is my word of the day.”

A chuckle rips from me, and I shake my head as I walk over to Archer who is waiting for me at the door. Nothing will ever come between us, no matter if the earth is shaking through havoc; we’re steady as fuck.

My son and I each get on our bikes and ride to the next town over where Livi is currently listening in on an interview to gather information about Wisley Dicey. Our government connection allows us to not only know about this, but we also cleared it with Livi’s supervisor to meet with her.

It’s a long ride and my hands are killing me. I’ve always said I won’t stop riding my bike until I expel my last damn breath, but fuck…getting shot in the hand decades ago, then again along with surgery a while later, along with getting older, does complicate things. For now, I’m glad we’re finally pulling into the parking lot of a government building.

Twenty minutes later we walk into a room with a large tinted window. Livi is standing in front of it and is listening to a conversation in the other room. There are two women sitting across from each other, a table in between them where one is handcuffed to it.

One chick has bleached white hair and say, “You should always follow the president’s order, also the VP, oh and others…so basically any biker. Sex will get you anything you want.”

“For the love of fuck, don’t listen to this shit,” I grumble, making Livi turn to face us.

She glares at us for a heartbeat or two and then returns to the scene on the other side of the window.

“Ignoring us won’t change anything,” I tell her.

The young woman keeps staring straight ahead.

Archer steps forward and comes to a stop right next to her.

They stand side by side for a moment in silence until Archer says, “My old lady never follows my order unless she stands behind my decision. Even before she became my old lady, she had a mouth on her no one controlled, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. It’s true on some parts what this woman says ’cause she’s a hangaround. Someone who comes to the clubhouse and hangs around as free pussy to fuck whenever someone wants to blow a nut. We don’t want any lip from them.”

She turns to face my kid. “So, you fuck them whenever you want and your old lady is fine with it?”

Archer’s eyes widen in horror. “Fuck, no. I’ve been loyal all my life to my old lady because we basically grew up together. Well, she was the daughter of the vice president of Areion Fury MC at the time, but I knew she was mine long before I hit puberty. We just waited to grow up and one day she walked into my tattoo shop, was dealing with something, and right then and there I claimed her as mine. It took a while for everyone to adjust, but I knocked her up to make sure they didn’t have a choice and would acknowledge my claim.”

Now Livi is staring at Archer in horror, who in return grins. “You’re partly true about bikers being fuckers who don’t care about the law and handle their own shit their own way. Though, my old lady stood shoulder to shoulder with me whatever decision we made.” He points at the hangaround in the other room. “A huge fucking difference to the hangarounds, fuckbunnies, sweetbutts, whatever the club calls them. Old ladies are respected, and some bikers out there are fucked in the head and don’t have the same loyalty, respect, and brotherhood, but don’t compare them all in one go either.”

“Fine,” Livi grumbles.

Archer nods and grabs her wrist while at the same time he holds up a syringe. “Every Broken Deeds member, along with their old lady, has a microchip. It allows us to pinpoint where we are at any time or place. As you know we handle a lot of cases where in the past we’ve been kidnapped or need help. This is how we fix shit. We don’t care about laws or technicalities. We come running when you need us. We consider you family even if you don’t accept us, Livi. I’m asking this as your cousin. For the peace of mind I can give my mother, my uncle, and our whole damn brotherhood. Will you accept our help in case you need it? One call is enough to get our support without question. In return we vow to keep our distance, and you’ll never have to see any of us again.”

Minutes drag by until Livi finally nods which follows by the syringe sinking into her arm.