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– DEEDS –

Some things need to stay buried in the past for a reason. I didn’t want her to confess shit out loud, but Archer needs to hear it. Besides, I don’t want my woman to deal with anything by herself, especially not this. I was right when she chokes up and no words stumble from her sexy as hell lips.

Taking the phone from her hand I grunt, “Zack, it’s Deeds. I’m here with my old lady and my son. We ran into some shit, and we’re investigating, and my woman wants to ask you somethin’.”

She slowly shakes her head and places her forehead on my pecs. There aren’t many moments in time my woman shows her vulnerability, and it makes me want to slay her demons when she does.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her closer and put the call on speaker when I tell my brother-in-law, “Lowyn Livingstone.”

“That worthless fuck died fifteen years ago,” Zack rumbles.

Archer steps away from his desk and leans in to ask, “What made him a worthless fuck?”

I can hear a weary sigh rip from Zack. “According to our father he was the investigating officer in a case your grandfather was pulled into. Lowyn didn’t put any effort in doing his damn job ’cause he was a judgmental asshole. Vengeance was embedded in my father’s bones, and he never got it the legal way due to that worthless piece of shit. It almost ripped our parents apart and thank fuck Ma fell pregnant with me a few months later or Lynn and I would never have existed. Now, what shit are you looking into which involves that motherfucker?”

My gaze hits my son’s, and I give him a slight nod, but it’s my old lady who says, “Archer stumbled onto a young woman who looks exactly like me when I was her age.”

“Motherfucker,” Zack mutters. “Do you think…could it…fuck. It’s not possible she’s related to us, right? You said young woman…it can’t be our sister.”

If their sister didn’t die, there might be a possibility this young woman is her daughter…their niece.

“I’m going to make contact and get a DNA sample. We can’t ignore the resemblance and need to know if this chick is a random doppelganger or family related,” Archer states.

“I am going to make contact,” Hotlips corrects our kid.

Both Archer and I are about to object when she adds, “Y’all have a dick and can’t get close to her without setting her off or fucking up.”

Archer shakes his head. “Bad idea, Ma. Did you forget you look like her?”

My woman is back full force when she shoots our kid a blinding grin. “Aw, thanks, sweetie. I know my looks are still hot for a…age is a fucking number, and I look still hot for my age.”

“I can have my old lady swing by if you need help from a non-Broken Deeds member,” Zack offers.

“Send Lyla instead. She’s off today, around the same age as the woman, and I could use her help.” She glances at us while she’s nodding. “I have a plan. Trust me, it’ll work.”

Famous last words, I’m sure.

“Archer?” Zack rumbles and I have to swallow back a chuckle due to the look of annoyance on my woman’s face.

“Get her here as soon as she can,” Archer grumbles.

“Give my bestie a hug and tell her I’ll be by soon enough,” Hotlips says before we say our goodbyes and end the call.

She shoves her phone back into her pocket when Archer says, “Okay, tell me about the plan. Every damn detail ’cause shit hits the fan hard whenever you’re involved and you know it, Ma.”

Instead of answering she asks, “Where’s Pax?”

Archer rolls his eyes. “I knew it. Why the hell are you focusing on hooking those two up while there are more pressing matters to deal with right now?”

My old lady shrugs. “I excel in multitasking. Stop avoiding my question and tell me where Pax is.”

I keep my mouth shut. Not because I don’t have my own opinion, or no interest in how things will go down, but due to the fact that I fucking love to see my woman in her element.

There hasn’t been a moment in my life where I didn’t step up to protect her or wanted to lock her up to keep her safe. Experience learns my woman thrives when she’s on a roll. Holding her back only harms her and dims her damn lights.

In our line of work there is no retiring or stepping down. Once you realize this it gives you the insight to handle accordingly. These days we either consult, stand on the sidelines, or like now assist. Besides, it’s not like she’s running into a burning building set to blow with guns blazing.

Damn. Even at her age she’d do it and come out covered in soot, complaining about her hair getting fucked. That’s the kind of woman I claimed, and that’s the kind of woman she always will be.

“Pax is working a high-profile case.” Archer holds his hand up. “Before you suggest I pull him out for the night, I can tell you right now it’s not an option.”

Hotlips’s eyes go wide. “High profile case…shit. You put him on the serial killer case?”

“We’re all swamped, and he just wrapped up a case and was free to take it. Besides, he used to live in the town where they found the first three bodies, linking a serial killer. He’s the best member to handle it and has all of us as a backup. Dammit, Ma. I don’t need to explain myself to you. Pax is not available. So, drop the hooking up an AF MC member to a Broken Deeds one. Besides, I already tried and even if Pax has a healthy obsession with Lyla, she’s the one holding shit off and pushed him away. Can we focus on the shit at hand?”

My woman purses her lips, and I can tell her gorgeous mind is going over things inside that pretty little head of hers.

“Fine,” she huffs. “I’ll work on Lyla and once we solved the doppelganger shit you will make those two cross paths one more time for argument’s sake.”

Archer knows there’s no way to deny her anything, I’ve learned that lesson the hard way before he was born.

“Fine,” Archer grumbles.

Hotlips claps her hands together and rubs. “Great. Now, let’s go pierce that chick to draw blood and check her DNA.”

“Wait, what?” both my kid and I grunt.