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Three months later

– LYNN –

The sound of waves crashing, seagulls laughing…or whatever the fuck that sound is called, along with the warmth of the sun on my face is really relaxing. My brain is not relaxed, though. It’s always running on overtime and wondering if everything’s fine with everyone.

I guess it’s part of my personality, along with the fact that we have a huge as fuck family. It’s not as simple as one brotherhood for the Broken Deeds motorcycle club. We have kinship with multiple chapters, along with other MCs such as Areion Fury and Blennies Hitch. There’s always something hitting the fan at any time.

Maybe it’s a good thing. I mean, the load of adrenaline spikes I’ve had in my life is something I still need every now and then to keep my heart pumping. Otherwise, my brain would dry up if I soaked in the sun for days on end.

My phone indicates I have an incoming message. A smile tugs my lips. It’s nice to feel wanted instead of waiting for days or even weeks to hear from your kids. I’m thankful for the life I live and the people in it.

I would have loved to add one more into my life…a family member by blood I didn’t know I had. Though, one can never force a relationship, a connection, or a bond; it only works if it’s natural from both sides. I was ready, Livi clearly wasn’t, and I have to respect her boundaries.

Thank fuck my kid and husband reached out one more time and at least offered her a safety net. She’s young and still has a lot to learn. Hell, at her age I thought I knew it all. Shit, when I was a teenager, I was sure I knew better than anyone else. I got away with a lot, and was lucky at other times.

My phone gives some more notifications and yet I keep my eyes closed and soak in some more warmth of the sun. All the tea can wait till I’ve had my little siesta.

“Answer your messages,” Deeds bellows from inside our apartment.

Annoyed I bellow in return, “I can’t because my anus needs tanning and I need both hands to spread my cheeks.”

In less than four seconds my old man’s voice is eerily close when he says, “Woman, why do you always feel the need to lie?”

I open one eye. “I didn’t lie. You’re just too slow or you would have seen me on my knees, mooning at the bright blue sky.”

A husky chuckle flowing from him makes my nipples pebble.

The horniness evaporates when he says, “Archer messaged you. Livi reached out.”

I swing my legs off the sunbed. “What’s wrong? What happened? Is she okay?”

“Check your damn messages, woman, ’cause Archer called me to ask if Livi reached out because she asked for your number,” Deeds grumbles.

Reaching for my phone, I thumb through the messages and murmur, “We need to get on a plane. Now.”

Without asking why Deeds instantly replies, “I’ll call Windsor and ask if we can borrow the jet.”

I’m dressed and ready to go in a few minutes. Since we moved to Ryckerdan years ago I’ve always kept a bug out bag in the hallway closet. Perfect for moments like this. Besides, we spend a lot of time at our kid’s place and have clothes and shit of our own there too.

“Mind giving me more details?” Deeds asks once we’re in the air.

I release a sigh. “I’d rather not.”

He narrows his eyes. “I can, and I will have this plane turn around if you don’t start spilling details.”

“Dude, you flipped your shit when I replaced Lyla for a few weeks when we were there the last time,” I grumble.

“Hell yes, I fucking flipped. You can’t simply replace Lyla and pierce–”

I snap my fingers in front of his face. “Do not finish that sentence with ‘at your age,’ or cocks. You know I vowed decades ago I won’t hold another cock in my hand, and I never did.” Leaning back in my seat I add, “No one complained or canceled their appointment. I’m still very capable of doing a job I’ve done for decades. Hey, remember I once pierced Grams’s eyebrow? You were pissed then too. I was young, she was old…now I’m old and pierce the young. Someone even put it on social media with the hashtag reverse age gap.”

I chuckle at the reminder while my man’s mouth is a straight line.

“Oh, come on. I should be the one complaining because you insisted on being there in the room with me. Did you? Namely about the tits you’ve seen me pierce.” I raise my eyebrow.

“It was a compromise,” he grumbles. “I didn’t even see any damn tits ’cause all I had eyes for was you doing the shit you did when we met.”

My lips twitch with a smile. “Good save, babe.”

He shoots me a wink, making my damn heart flutter.

“Fine,” I huff. “Livi asked for my help because she needs someone for her undercover shit to show up as a backup. She wants it to be me.”

The muscle in his jaw jumps but his lips stay sealed.

We’re about to land when he finally says, “I know you’re thrilled she reached out, and you want to embrace your niece into the family she belongs in…but don’t fucking forget the fundamentals. Don’t let feelings override safety.”

I reach out and place my hand over his. “I’ll make sure you’re only a minute or two away from me at all times, okay?”

All I get is a grunt in reply. Archer is waiting with an SUV once we land and is taking me straight to the diner where I’m supposed to meet Livi.

“I reached out to Akira Sakura, Livi’s supervisor, and received the latest information on Wisely Dicey.” Archer hands me a tablet with information. “She’s in deep. Shit is hitting the fan inside the MC as well as the cartel they are working with.”

“Why aren’t they pulling her back if it’s bad?” I question.

My kid grimaces. “The taskforce has its eyes set on the cartel. At this point they couldn’t care less about Wisely Dicey because it’s falling apart as it is. The president is too old and still vicious, wanting a huge final paycheck, hence the deal with the cartel. Some of the younger generation, including his son, are sick and tired of that fucker. They are basically waiting for them to turn on themselves.”

“Fuck,” I grumble and quickly suck in all the information on tablet.

Less than an hour later I’m walking into the diner where I instantly spot Livi sitting with a biker in a boot in the back, facing the entrance. Dammit. We were supposed to meet alone. What the hell is going on?

“Thorsten Rhyland is sitting next to her,” I whisper with minimum lip movement to let Archer and Deeds know, who are sitting outside.

“See if she’s safe. We’re there if you need us and are listening,” my man replies through the tiny earpiece I’m wearing.

Livi stands and steps forward to give me a hug. Totally different from the last time I saw her.

She whispers out the words, “Sorry to pull you into this mess. I’ve been meaning to reach out, but–”

Hugging her close, I murmur, “All good, chickie. We told you we’re right here whenever you need us. We solved our family mystery, so let’s fix this shit, eh? A kinswoman is never alone.”

Her arms tighten around me. “Kinswoman…I like the sound of that.”

She pulls back and says, “I’d like you to meet my old man, Thorsten Rhyland.”

Fuck.

“Fuck,” Deeds grunts though my earpiece at the same time.

Solving the family mystery, processing it, and only now having her reach out to start trusting one another is one thing. To hear she’s been claimed by the son of the president as his old lady? That right there is as deep undercover as you can get.

A whole different story to deal with and come out on the other side of…if you can manage to get out with your damn life intact. Because if Thorsten finds out she’s an undercover agent? I’ll fucking lose the niece I just found.