Her eyes are wide as she listens, immediately taking me at my word. I hate lying to her when we’re like this and I care for her, but I have no choice. “Are there snakes along the path to the house?”
I can’t help but grin; this strong woman is scared of something after all. “Darlin’, you’ll be fine, just watch your step. I promise if a snake bites you, I’ll barbecue the motherfucker and we can eat it.”
Her nose scrunches. “There you go with the caveman thing again,” she mutters, making me chuckle, and glances at her phone again. “River says Piper and Lincoln are asking if we’ll be coming to the house anytime soon.”
“You head back; I need to check on a few things. And speaking of barbecue, I’ll grab some meat from the fridge here and bring it with me. We’ll grill up some food and chill out back with the kids while they swim in the pool.”
“That sounds perfect. What can I do to help?”
“Nothing, little momma, go be with the kids, and I’ll be up in a few.” I press a kiss to the top of her head and climb out of bed.
I tug my pants back up, button them, then help her stand and move to fix her clothes. She swats my hands away, shooting me a perturbed glance, and I can’t help but laugh. This woman isn’t scared to bust my balls, and I find it pretty fucking entertaining.
My eyes remain glued on Audrey as I watch her cover her glorious leaking tits, snap her bra in place, and button her shirt up.
I can’t wait to drink from them again later and bury myself deep in her willing pussy.
I could go for fucking her again, already, but duty calls, and I do want to see my kids today.
I still feel like an asshole for not making it over for dinner last night.
Hopefully, it gave them time to get settled in and relax in the space.
I walk her to the back door of the clubhouse, and she takes off, Nickle pretending to be heading the same way so she doesn’t walk alone. Our ranch is probably the safest place in Texas for her, but I refuse to take a chance with shit suddenly popping up.
Reign comes to stand beside me. Dark circles under his eyes tell me he’s been pulling some long hours locked away with his laptop. He’s such a fucking nerd, but a good guy to have around and a huge asset to his club. “I finished going through all of the footage for the past week.”
My brow rises as I meet his stare. No wonder he’s exhausted. The brother probably didn’t get a stitch of sleep. “Find anything?”
He nods. “There have been a few different women nosing around the property. None of them has been stupid enough to trespass, but something is up. I’m confident there’s some sort of correlation with everything else in play; once we’re able to find the link, it'll add up. I’m sure of it.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah,” he nods. “My thoughts, too. I’ll keep my eyes on the cameras in case it keeps happening. I set up more monitors and had the prospect install some more motion detectors out where the other women were snooping around.”
“Why would anyone send a woman to do their snooping work for them? Has to be some goddamn cowards.”
“Women don’t appear as hostile or dangerous to men like us. They obviously have come to the same conclusion. If someone is behind this, which I think they are. We need to figure out what it is they’re looking for exactly.”
I shoot King a text asking where the fuck he is. Instead of replying, he comes walking toward the clubhouse from one of the barns, noticing me and Reign standing out back, mid-serious discussion. I greet him with, “You speak to the chick who was picked up on our street?”
“Me and War couldn’t get in to see her yesterday, they closed visiting hours early, due to lack of staff. I was able to arrange a visit earlier today, before my King’s client. You were busy when I got done with my first breeding session.”
I was fucking Audrey, he means, but that detail is no one’s business but mine. I knew I made the right decision to move us to my room, or this fucker is one of them I’d have had to gouge his eyes out for popping his head in to interrupt me balls deep in my office.
“The female didn’t want to tell me shit. I gave her small bit of info to Reign so he can dig deeper, hopefully.”
Reign grunts, acknowledging the admission. Probably annoyed he’s suddenly busy with random shit when he’d rather be breeding clients and working with Kilo on other business ventures.
The small bit of an update I have isn’t much either, but I share it regardless.
“Tinman spoke to the Wilsons. They claim not to know who the dead girl is or anything about her. I’m thinking she was meant for us, but was mistakenly put on their property instead.
Whoever fucked up did us a favor by not putting the body on our ranch…
but had they not fucked up, the cops wouldn’t know shit about fuck right now.
Can’t blame the Wilsons for losing it and calling the law, but it’d be nice to make this whole thing disappear quietly. Not gonna happen now, I suppose.”
“The fuck is going on around here? Christ,” King mutters.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out, brother. We need to have Church again. Come up with a plan and execute that shit, because somebody out there doesn’t seem to realize that nobody fucks with the Kings.