Chapter 4
Nitro
“Babe, are you even listening?” I stand, hands on hips glaring at my man. “What the hell are we gonna do?”
“First, we’re going to chill out. Jazz is our woman, we know her better than she knows herself. We know exactly what we need to pamper her for Valentine's Day.”
I glare at the handsome bastard. “We know what to do for her in private. What are we going to do in public? You know, the place where all our brothers will be doing sweet shit for their ol ladies? This is our first of many Valentine’s with Jazz, I just want it to be special.”
Fox stares at me from his place on our bed, stretched out, a peek of his tanned abs on show, phone in hand from where he was scrolling.
He lets out a sigh then holds his arms open. “Come here. I was just looking at gifts.”
I roll my eyes and move onto the bed, head resting on his bicep as he shows me his phone screen. “Is that?”
“Yup! It is a life-sized snuggle doll. Thought we could get two, one that looks like you, one that looks like me then when she’s at home she can still have us there.”
I glare at his dopey grin. “I love you, Fox, but that is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
One day soon she’ll move in with us and then what?
We just have creepy fucking doll versions of us lying around?
You know the brothers, namely fucking Rider and Pops will kidnap them and do weird shit.
The kids will probably blow them up or something. ”
He stares at me for a long while before his gaze shoots to his screen, “Fuck, you’re right. We’re screwed. That was my best idea.”
I groan and roll to stare up at the mirrored ceiling. At my dark, solid form next to Fox’s long, lean body. I fucking wish our girl was here, in the middle where she belongs. I could lie here, stroking my cock, to the look on her face in the throes of orgasm as Fox pounds into her.
“You know what we have to do, right?”
I roll my head, so I can look into Fox’s baby blue eyes. “What?”
“We need Rider.”
I let out a long groan, but he’s right. Somehow when God or whoever was making Rider, they instilled in him the ability to be able to be creative and skilled at surprises.
Unfortunately whoever made him also made it that for access to that knowledge you had to jump through whatever fucked up hoops Rider make you jump through.
“Come on, it’s like a Band-aid: the quicker we get it done, the quicker we can get home and get naked.” He slaps a kiss on my lips, crunching up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed to put his boots on.
I follow suit and in no time we’re out our front door, headed to the clubhouse to find him.
“Where are you two hot footin’ it to?” Pops asks from his rocking chair on the deck.
“Never you mind.” Fox grins. “Actually, no, you’ll know where Rider is.”
“Yeah, he’s off to whatever mysterious place he goes to around this time of the afternoon.” Pops kicks off from the railing his booted feet were resting on, creaking back and forth with a bushy brow raised.
“And, are you gonna tell us where that is?” I ask.
“Can’t tell ya what we don’t know.” Mad Dog comes stomping onto the deck, handing a cool beer to Pops before he sits in his own chair taking a long pull of his own beer.
“So, you both know he’s going somewhere and neither of you, especially not you, Pops, has ever wondered where he’s going?” I challenge. I see the look in Pops’ eye. He wants to know as much as the rest of us.
“Nope. That's his business.” Pops and Mad Dog share a look, and Mad Dog rolls his shoulders.
“Yeah. Probably no point grabbing the keys to the SUV and following him,” Fox says, nonchalantly, scuffing his boot on the deck.
We’re silent and still for 2.5 seconds before we scuffle with each other, all bolting for where the SUV keys are kept.
“Aue! What are you boys -” Mama Debs stares at Pops and Mad Dog, “- and old men doing?”
“Nothing!” We all yell at once as Fox holds the keys above his head and we race outside.
Fox hits the unlock button and the SUV we’re after flashes its lights once, two cars down from the one Rider has just pulled out in. We pile in, Pops and Mad Dog in the back, me, passenger princess for a change.
“Wait til he gets to the gate then gun it down the drive. Don’t want him to know we’re on his tail,” Pops murmurs, face far too close to my left ear.
Fox does exactly as he’s told, idling in the parking area before gunning it toward the gate as soon as Rider pulls out. We all flip the bird at Niko on the way past and then keep our distance as we tail our brother.
“He could just be buying supplies you know,” Mad Dog offers. The man is too nice. Rider is up to something. First the comments about maybe having a woman, and now leaving the compound every day at the same time and in an SUV?
“Now, why the fuck is he pulling into a retirement home?” Pops mutters as we watch him park up, and then strut inside like he owns the place.
“I dunno Pops, but we’ll find out. Sooner or later.”
Jules
Banging at the door has me wondering if it’s worth hiding. Even though we live in the compound, I don't really get a lot of visitors. Most people know that they're not going to get a warm welcome, and that’s how I like it.
“I know you’re in there. Just open the door.”
A groan escapes me as I run a hand down my face and curse the day my parents decided on the romantic night that resulted in my younger brother.
“What the fuck do you want?” I ask as I’m throwing the door open, only to groan again when I see Gus’s big ass next to Tav’s on my doorstep.
“You know, I’ve not actually been inside your place since the renovations. It’s nice,” Gus says, slapping me hard on the shoulder as he invites himself in.
When Pops decided to give his land to the MC, not only did the MC build homes on site for all the brothers, but us Tombs’ all had our cabins renovated to create more space for our families. A good thing too seeing how Dayz is pregnant and Tav has 1 million children.
My eyes land on my brothers who are sprawled over my couches.
Fucking Gus even has one foot dangling dangerously close to my coffee table.
If he puts his big ass foot up there Tav will be cleaning up his blood.
Crossing my arms over my chest I glare at them, ignoring their matching shit eating grins.
“Stare all you want, big brother, you’re not gonna get us outta here any faster,” Tav says, wriggling deeper into my couch cushions.
“Fine. What the fuck do you want?”
“What are you doing for Vi for Valentine’s?” Gus blurts.
“Fuck, this shit? I was just going to buy her some of her favorite chocolates, some new lingerie and a day at the spa.” I’m not going to tell them about the family photo shoot I’ve also booked for us.
Or the ring hidden in my drawer upstairs.
I know she’s already my ol lady, but I want her to be my wife too and then I’ll knock her up.
I need to tie her to me permanently, make sure she can never get away.
“Lame,” Tav shouts, pointing a finger at me.
I raise a brow. “Well what the fuck did you come up with?”
“Family photo shoot with all the kids.” Tav grins widely.
“What? That was my idea!” Gus whines, turning to punch Tav in the leg.
What are the fucking odds all three of us had the same thought?
“Do you think we could get a group discount if we all use the same photographer?” Tav muses and I throw him a dirty look.
“What sort of fucking cheap skate are you?”
“One with a shit ton of kids and college to pay for. I got lucky with Niko wanting to join the MC and by the time we’ve paid for Sage’s nursing degree we’ll have a few years to go before the big littles get there, but still.
Elio will probably be there for a decade because he’ll do some smart shit,” Tav laments.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll save money with Cove. She’ll be rich with her extortion money by then.” Gus answers sarcastically.
We’ve all been hit with invoices from Cove on varying occasions. I don’t think there's anything wrong with the kid. It’s probably more Blanche’s parenting.
“So, what are we going to do?” Tav asks.
“You know what I think we should do?” Gus answers.
“Please don’t say ‘ask the Love Pres’,” Gus looks at Tav in horror.
“No! I was going to say, we need Rider. Whatever the fuck he has planned has to be better than what we’ve come up with. I mean, I’ll still give Ana the family photo shoot, but I’m confident Rider has our backs.”
“You sure about that?” I ask, dubious.
“Brother, do you think Marx would let Rider fuck us all over on a special holiday? His woman’s first?”
“Good point,” Tav jabs a finger in Gus’s direction.
“I vote we get to him early tomorrow, before any other fucker. We need to know the plan so we can go all out. You do know that this is more than just surprising our women, right?” Both Gus and I stare at Tav.
“This is where we show off our Tombs creativity and how superior we are when it comes to loving our women. I mean, shit, Gus, you wooed a Bratva boss! Jules, somehow your cold heart won over that fiery little Latina and I’ve got a woman who should really be classed as a mass murderer.
We by far have the most badass women of the lot. ”
“I mean, he’s not wrong.” Gus agrees.
“OK,” I reluctantly agree, “first thing tomorrow we get to Rider. We’ll beat the details out of him if need be.”
“Theres the spirit!” Gus says, bouncing up off the couch to slap me again.
“Ha! Operation Tombs’ Kick Valentine's Ass is in motion!” Tav adds as he too gets up to leave.
I watch as they let themselves out, trying not to laugh at the cackle that comes from the kitchen. “Mijo, I’m so glad you’re the one who wooed my daughter. Those two don’t have a clue.”
Turning I take in Miss Flora’s grin as she bounces Juno on her hip. “Where were we?”
“Flowers to beautify this place so you can propose to my baby,” she grins.
“Perfect.”