Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
After shutting down my equipment, I grabbed my wallet and keys, then I meandered out of my office and down the hall to the large kitchen.
Maverick—the Iron Rogues vice president—cradled his sweet 7-month-old daughter, Luna, in his arms while leaning down to kiss his old lady, Molly.
“Get a room,” I grunted.
Mav swung his head in my direction and smirked. “Already got one.”
“Use it.”
“Oh, we do. All the fucking time. Don’t we, baby?” He grinned down at his wife, whose face was as red as her curly hair.
One corner of my mouth lifted in amusement as I shook my head and made my way to the refrigerator. “Emailed some info to you and Fox about ten minutes ago,” I told him as I plucked an apple from the fridge and grabbed a cold bottle of water.
Fox was the MC president and had the last word on everything, but he and Mav basically ran the club together.
“Location?” he asked.
Molly smiled at me and gave a little wave before she turned and went to the kitchen counter, where she chopped vegetables. She was likely cooking the coming meal, which would feed any and all patches, prospects, old ladies, and kids who wanted to eat here.
Mav grinned at her and smacked her ass before strolling over to me. I appreciated Molly’s respect for the club life, stepping away so Mav and I could discuss club business. Several of my brothers had married in the past year and a half, and their women had fit easily into our life. We all liked and respected them, but as Iron Rogues old ladies, we would also die to protect any one of them and their kids.
I gave Mav a quick rundown on the extensive dossier I’d sent him, and we talked strategy for a few minutes while I demolished my snack.
“If you or Fox have more questions, just shoot me a text. I have to go pick up Cara.”
Mav grinned. “Damn, that kid is cute. She’ll be breaking hearts one day.”
I scowled and crossed my arms over my chest. “Gonna have to buy Jay a gun and tell him to lock her in a tower or some shit.”
Laughter burst from Mav until I looked pointedly at his little girl. The amusement died immediately, and he growled, “I’ll build one here on the compound.”
It was my turn to laugh as I walked out of the kitchen and made my way to the garage. I took my hog home and switched it out for my Wrangler.
Since I’d be transporting precious cargo, I took my Jeep. There’d been a car seat in the back since the day my little Carebear was born.
I lifted my chin at a few people as I drove down Main Street before turning on another road that led to the local preschool.
Once I was parked, I ambled up to the front door and pressed the doorbell. The staff all knew me, not just as an Iron Rogues enforcer but also as Cara’s uncle, so the door buzzed immediately, and I entered the small lobby.
“Hey, Deviant,” Nora greeted me as she walked out of her office carrying a stack of binders. “Cara should be here in a few minutes. I called for her when I saw you pull up.”
“Thanks,” I replied with a nod. Nora was the manager of the preschool and daycare. She was also the sister of an Iron Rogues old lady, Stacey. She and her man, Tank, had been around since Fox’s and Mav’s dads founded the club.
Nora handed the binders to a young girl, who tossed a weird smile in my direction before scurrying to the other side of the check-in desk. Ignoring the odd feeling I got from her, I returned my attention to Nora and asked about her fiancé, who was finishing up his last tour of duty with the Marines.
A minute later, my attention was snagged by the delicious scent of orange and cinnamon. My mouth watered, and my eyes immediately sought out the source. Before I could figure it out, a little blond ball of fluff was racing toward me. I dropped down onto my haunches and opened my arms wide to catch her as she threw herself at me.
I teased her for a moment, then Nora got called away, and I turned my attention to the woman who’d brought Cara to the front.
She was fucking gorgeous.
Oddly, I had no idea who she was. She had to have been new because I’d done a thorough background check on every employee at the care center before we allowed any of them near our kids.
But the last time Nora had needed to scope out a candidate, I’d been knee-deep in the club’s current problem. I’d asked a favor from the security firm owned by one of the enforcers for the Silver Saints, an MC we were allied with since Maverick and Fox were both married to daughters of the president.