Chapter Eight #3

I reminded him. “Messing with Valenzuela’s distribution. Showing Bounty the

worst of it and pulling them back to the right side.”

“Rosie, baby, if you’ll remember, I did share that we wanted

those boys in the joint so pressure could be put on them to do the right thing,

and having one of Bounty turn and work with the cops would definitely be the

right thing. That said, Tack always wanted more pressure put on Throttle

because he figured the man would do what he could to keep you, absolutely keep

close to you and not take semi-permanent residence in the clink. He just needed

the right incentive to get his head out of his ass and do it. Obviously, all

this was supposed to go down without Throttle knowing you helped put his ass in

a cell. But that was our ultimate goal.”

I turned my head to look out the window but didn’t see

anything, considering I was taking another deep pull of my beer and not liking

the thoughts barreling in my brain.

“Rosie,” he called, his tone searching and sweet.

I returned my attention to him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because that was Chaos’s goal. My goal was for you to

realize he was an asshole and dump him so I could have a clear go.”

It took a second for his words to hit me.

And when they did I nearly busted out laughing.

I managed not to do that but I couldn’t stop myself from

smiling.

Snap smiled back, so Snapper, not hiding from me he was

relieved.

Or how deeply.

But his smile didn’t last long.

“Valenzuela has disappeared,” he announced.

I’d been about to take another fortifying slug from my beer,

but what he said made me stop.

“What?”

“No one has seen him in weeks. Weeks that are now becoming

months.”

“Whoa,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“We have no fuckin’ clue,” he answered.

“Are you thinking things are better or worse without him?”

“I’m thinking things are uncertain without him. They weren’t

entirely certain with him, the man is messed right the fuck up. There was

always no telling what he would do, just that whatever he did would be what we

know of him. Messed right the fuck up. But at least he was visible, around, and

although his operation is tight and him being around didn’t give us dick,

something is better than nothing. Him disappearing off the planet is just

nothing, and nothing in this situation is not good. Uncertain nothing is

definitely not any better.”

“That doesn’t sound real great,” I noted in an

understatement.

“It isn’t,” Snap unnecessarily agreed. “But even so, him bein’ gone does not mean his operations have ceased. His

crew is still at it like he was in the driver’s seat, full bore.”

“Do you know what that means?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Either he’s callin’

the shots remotely, or he’s put someone in charge. We don’t got much of a

handle on it, neither do the cops, and that’s making everyone twitchy.”

I was feeling twitchy right along with them and I didn’t

really understand what was happening.

It struck me belatedly he was sharing this with me.

And cautiously, I brought that to his attention. “I thought

we weren’t going to talk about this kind of thing.”

“Well, I’m deep in this and your ex is now deeper in this.

Not to mention, I had to come clean about what the Club was up to with your ex

and I didn’t know how you’d respond to that.” He grinned. “So although I’m not gonna give you daily status reports, I never intended to

keep you fully in the dark, so here’s where we are now. Me, Chaos…and

Throttle.”

My Snapper was so awesome.

“Thank you, Snapper,” I said softly.

“Don’t mention it, Rosie,” he replied.

“Though I think it’s relatively weird I’m thanking you for

not keeping me fully in the dark about a drug dealing, woman pimping, gun

running, pornographic movie producing bad guy and my ex, who beat the snot out

of me with his brothers, who now is putting his ass on the line for immunity

and atonement, something your brothers essentially set him up to do.”

His grin spread into a smile. “Yeah, baby. Now we know

precisely how nice it is to have our little cloud of sweetness in the sea of

all that crazy.”

Oh man, did I know what he meant.

And I loved it that he felt like he was right there with me.

Cloud of sweetness.

That was almost better than Eden.

But Eden was paradise so I was going to stick with that.

“Yeah,” I replied and then took a pull from my beer.

When I finished, Snap asked, “You good?”

I nodded.

He studied me. “You sure?”

I nodded again.

He inched nearer to me, reaching out a hand to tag the side

belt loop on my jeans and pull me a lot closer to him.

Our bodies were inches away when he noted, “Rosie, you kind

of freaked.”

I was worried he’d worry about that. It wasn’t done for a

woman to get twisted up like that for an ex, and the road to our cloud of

sweetness had been a pretty rough ride.

“Snap, I have no problem with him paying for what he did to

me. But the punishment for that is not him getting shivved.”

He started chuckling and through it muttered, “My Rosie sayin’ ‘shivved.’ Too fucking cute.”

I leaned into him, resting my weight on his body, smiling up

at his handsome face. “I’m glad you think it’s cute. But still, I don’t want

him shivved. And to come clean to you, he does good with this, my opinion is,

he’s atoned. And I hope that WITSEC is better than all those shows that have

the mafia guys finding their prey and making them run for their lives.”

There was a loaded moment of hesitation before Snapper

replied, “Yeah, that guy was a massive dick and a serious moron, but can’t

help, he puts his ass out like this, to hope for that too.” He ran an arm along

my waist and pulled me closer, sadly saying, “Since we’re into the heavy, might

as well get it all out there.”

Oh man.

“What?” I asked.

He didn’t make me wait, and fortunately, it wasn’t as heavy

as he thought.

Then again, with the heavy we’d been talking about, it

didn’t get a lot heavier.

“Speck wants a word,” he shared. “He was on you when you got

taken and he feels shit how things went down with you. I’ve been holdin’ him back because he was not my favorite person and

I didn’t want him anywhere near you. But things have settled, you’re good, I

need to let that go and he needs to say his piece so he can get that weight

off.”

“It wasn’t his fault.”

“He needs to say his piece.”

“Okay, maybe we should have him over for dinner on one of my

nights off.”

“He doesn’t need to say that much of a piece.”

I started laughing.

Oh yeah.

Snap loved our little cloud as much as I did.

“Right, then we’ll meet him for a drink or something.”

“That’ll work,” he muttered.

“Is that it?” I asked.

“No,” he answered.

Man!

I’d had a tough evening, on my feet making drinks, worried

about Beck, now all was good (or goodish) I just wanted to finish my

beer, make love to my guy, and go to sleep.

“What?” I prompted.

“Shy made an approach. He and Tab want things settled with

all of us.”

This confused me.

“Settled how?”

“Shy didn’t do you right,” he began to explain. “And by

extension, Tab was involved in that. They feel that and have for a while, but

definitely now that you’re back in the fold. They want to make sure all is

copasetic in the family.”

“Well, I suppose we can all have a drink too, but that’s

still absurd.”

“Sorry?” he asked.

“I dated Shy for what? A month or so? He broke it off with

me, started it up with Tabby, they got married and had a baby. Sure, it hurt

back then but back then was back then and I’ve moved on. It’s not like Adam

chucked Eve aside for a biker princess and they have to apologize to God.

People get together. They break up. They move on. It is what it is and that was

what it was and we’re all someplace else now. No need to make a big thing about

it.”

“Fuck, how much more can I love you?”

I felt every one of those words sink right through my skin

and make a beeline to my heart.

“That’s so weird,” I replied. “All the time I ask myself the

same thing.”

At my words, Snapper’s entire demeanor changed and I had a

feeling they’d found their way to his heart too.

And that made me happy.

“Time to finish your beer, Rosie,” he declared.

I knew it wasn’t time to finish my beer.

It was time to go up to bed.

Together.

So I did something I hadn’t done since I was twenty years

old.

I chugged an almost full beer.

Then I made out with my man in the kitchen with both of us

smiling through it because Snapper clearly thought watching me chug a beer was

funny and I was happy he thought I was funny.

I tossed my bottle.

Snap and I shut down the house.

And we headed up to bed.

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