Chapter Seven
Erika beamed at her and shrugged when she was done telling this story. Then reaching down, she tucked the blanket around her son in the baby swing. “Sometimes love happens suddenly.” She looked up at Sage.
Sage gasped and said, “Oh, wow. That is the very same thing I experienced when Dax held me in his lap today!”
Erka nodded. “Yep. So, it is already too late to change this.”
Sage scoffed and shook her head. “I just met him this morning so let’s not jump to—”
The kitchen door opened, cutting her sentence short. Dax came in and shut it.
Sage couldn’t help it; she was glad to see him. Her pulse picked up in pace and she felt a little breathless. When she looked up at his face she halted.
He looked mad. His body language showed anger as he even had his fists clenched at his sides.
“W-what is it?” Sage asked him.
He sighed. “This Roger asshole. He claims that you do know him. And very well.”
She blinked at him and replied in confusion, “But I have never even talked to him. Why would he say that?”
“Yeah. That is a good question.... why,” Dax repeated. “Saint told me to bring you to the garage.”
She slowly stood from her chair. “Ok.” She gave Erika a nod.
Dax took her hand and led her out the door.
He took her to the garage, then he paused and turned to her.
“Remember this... I don’t believe this guy at all.
I also won’t let anyone hurt you.” He grabbed her arms and gazed into her eyes.
“I know already that you are a sweet, honest person. When we deal with this Roger/cartel problem then you will be free of this. Ok?”
She slowly nodded at him.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Kissing her gently, then he stepped back.
Staring at him she trembled. “Wow.”
He nodded. “We have something between us and I feel like it could be wonderful.”
Staring at him, she smiled as her heart still pounded rapidly from the brief kiss.
“Don’t let this guy rattle you,” Dax went on. “It’s like the old saying... the truth always comes to light.” He took her hand and opened the garage door.
Saint looked over at them.
Dax tugged her to where Saint stood. “I already told her what he claims.”
Saint looked over at her.
She squared her shoulders and said, “Everything I have said today is the truth. Including the fact that I have never met this guy.” She motioned to Roger who was tied to the chair.
“You are a liar, bitch!” Roger shouted.
Getting angry herself, Sage stepped over to him. “You are just a creep as far as I know. I always wondered why I would see you in the background. What do you want from me?”
“I want any information about where your father hid his money or a place where he could hide a large shipment of drugs.”
Sage kept batting her eyes at him then she laughed.
Roger sat up straighter in the chair. “This is so not fucking funny!”
She swiped at a stray tear of hilarity and replied, “It is funny and ridiculous. And do you wanna know why? Because that man who was supposedly my father has never spoken to me. Not ever. Not even once. Let alone tell me anything like that.”
Roger stared at her.
She shrugged. “I never had a dad. But I did finally find out that he killed my mom. And I still don’t know why he did that.”
“He told me he had to shut her up,” Roger replied. “That if the cops ever located her, she would tell them all about him.”
“Well, that’s more than I knew,” she told him. “And if I did know you before now, I am sure I would regret it.”
He scoffed. “You are the best lair, you know that?”
She stepped a little closer.” Ok...So if you do know me well, tell these men where I went to college. Tell them what I do for a living. Tell them something about me.”
Roger stared at her. He said nothing.
“Yeah, fucker.” Dax growled. “Tell us one fact that proves you knew her.”
Roger looked away.
Saint slapped the back of Roger’s head.
Roger yelped. “Hey!”
Dax looked over at Saint. “Can I untie him?”
Saint stared at him then nodded.
Roger heard this and asked Dax, “You’re letting me go?” He looked stunned.
“No, we are gonna go toe to toe.” Dax glared at him.
“What?” Roger exclaimed as he looked confused.
“You heard me, asshole. You came here to put my girl and Saint’s wife in danger. You have used and abused your privileges as a trespassing guest.” He tugged him out of the chair. “We’ll take this outside and finish it like men.”
Roger kept shaking his head as he desperately pleaded with Dax, “Ok. Ok. I lied! She doesn’t know me!”
“Yes, we established that. Now we will establish if you are even a real man.” Dax pushed him through the door.
Sage looked gobsmacked.
The Misfit men all followed them out.
She gasped as she realized two things. This man Dax had called her his girl...and he was going to beat someone up because of her? She felt shocked and followed them.
The two men stood facing each other.
Roger looked shaken to say the least and he tried to negotiate his fate, “Listen man. We don’t have to—”
Dax’s fist came out and decked him on the jaw.
Roger looked stunned as his eyes rolled up into his head and he dropped like a brick.
Saint stepped over to peer down at him. “Well damn, Dax, you knocked him out cold.”
Dax shook his head. “Come on, he has to be faking it.”
Turbo knelt and grabbed Roger by the collar and Roger’s head lolled to the side. “Nope, looks like he is out for real.”
“Yeah, not only is he NOT a man, but he is made of glass apparently,” Snake quipped.
The Misfit men all laughed then a couple of them dragged Roger back to the garage.
Dax looked disgusted. “Damnit, I looked forward to a boxing match at the very least.”
“Not today, doc,” Phantom called back to him.
Dax shook his head and escorted Sage back to the house.
When the men got back into the garage, Saint shook his head. “We have to prepare for more visitors. He said before that he only had two days until the cartel and Bruno would come calling. If he mentioned to Raul that he was following one of Tommy’s kids then the cartel will find him.”
“And that will lead them right to our front door and the girls.” Thrasher growled.
Saint nodded. “Right to our home.” He shook his head. “Nope not on my watch.”
Phantom shut the garage door and said, “Well, we can give them good ole Roger here.”
“No, you can’t do that, you know they will put a bullet in my head!” Roger exclaimed.
Saint turned to stare at him. “Oh, so you’re awake now?”
Roger looked a bit groggy. “That fucker accosted me!”
“Wow, what kind of panzy-ass stick man with a glass jaw prick are you?” Snake asked as he looked flabbergasted.
“He has to be one of these new kinds of men,” Phantom said. “You know, the ones who go to a hair stylist all the damn time. They wear skinny jeans with a pink shirt and fucking loafers of all things.”
Turbo jumped in with his take on that subject, “And they got no spine when it comes to standing as a man protecting a woman or a child. And they take cell phone videos of every damn thing, so they will be popular on social media.”
Thrasher agreed as he laughed. “They order lattes with whipped cream every day, own a gym card that they don’t ever use and they always have an excuse for all the mistakes they make.”
The men all snickered.