Page 54 of Archer (Dirty Misfits MC 3)
I ushered them in and out while Finn handed them clothes that were at least three sizes too big. But they were clothes and that bought Brooks some time to throw all of their tattered rags into a washing machine to see if he could salvage them at all. We sort of set up a chain for the fifteen girls: they washed down with me, they went to Finn for clothes, they got changed in a room that Brooks guarded before he carted their dirty clothes to the washing machine, then they made their way into a room where Archer and Cole helped to patch them up.
By the time all of them were through the stations we had set up, some of the girls were yawning.
Until Tanner rattled something off in Spanish that made them perk up.
The girls spoke back in one massive voice and while it overwhelmed me, it didn’t seem to overwhelm Tanner. He took out his phone and typed down notes, and it wasn’t until he got the chaos to die down that he turned his phone to me.
“Ooooooh,” I said softly.
Porter plucked the phone out of his hand. “This part I can do.”
I furrowed my brow. “Why are you all sweaty?”
He sighed. “Takes a hell of a lot to clean up a crime scene, make sure there’s no trace of you guys in the alleyway, and delete security footage from a remote location in some cramped vehicle.”
I whistled softly. “Man, you guys really bring it all together, don’t you?”
Porter grinned. “It’s how we stay alive.”
He pulled his own cell phone out and dialed the closest pizza place, then ordered the seventeen pizzas that were to be delivered to us this evening. The more he rattled off, the more disconcerted the young man on the other end of the line became. And by the time we were ordering, we had seventeen pizzas, ten two-liters of soda, four trays of breadsticks, multiple dipping sauces, and a large order of fresh salad headed in our direction.
Which made my stomach growl as he finally hung up the phone.
“How long do you think that’ll take?” I asked with a giggle.
He shrugged. “I told them I’d tip everyone at least a hundred bucks if they shot our order to the forefront and had multiple people deliver it in order to cut back on time.”
Archer chuckled. “That’ll light a fire underneath their asses.”
“Should we hide the girls, though? Just in case?” Tanner asked.
Brooks walked up to us and slipped into the fray beside me. “Nah. If they ask questions, we simply tell them we’re aiding the local women’s shelter in an overflow issue. That should shut them up if they get nosey about things.”
I nodded. “Good thinking. I would’ve just told them to shut the fuck up.”
The guys roared with laughter and it startled the girls at first. But Tanner quickly started rattling off in Spanish and the girls soon laughed with us. We gathered all of them in the living room and turned on the flatscreen television that I hadn’t even noticed was mounted on the wall. And after we found a movie with Spanish subtitles on one of the streaming services, the girls quieted down to watch.
Which gave all of us a moment to breathe.
“I’m really glad you’re safe,” Archer whispered in my ear.
His arm wrapped around me and I leaned heavily against him. “I’m glad everyone is okay. But especially you.”
He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “I have something I want to ask you, and you aren’t going to like it.”
I giggled. “Don’t worry, I’m not going back to work for those assholes as long as they own that club. Consider this my official ‘I quit’ moment.”
He sighed with relief. “Thank fuck, we understand each other. Thank you.”
I yawned. “You think I could lay down somewhere for a few minutes before the food gets here?”
He kissed my temple. “Follow me. My room has the biggest bed, so you’ll be comfortable there.”
And as he led me down the hallway, away from the crowd, his hand slid to my ass cheek. He massaged it softly as we turned a corner and made a beeline for his room. My tits puckered with every grip of his hand against my body. I felt that all-too-familiar heat between my thighs wake me up as we slipped into his bedroom.
Then, he closed the door, locked it for good measure, and turned around to showcase how needy and hungry his eyes had become.
“Josie?” he asked, his voice dripping with want for me.
I perched on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, big boy?”
He growled and crossed the room, his hands parting my legs. “Josie, I need—”
I watched as he knelt to the ground and shimmied between my legs. “You need what, handsome?”
He stared directly into my eyes. “I need you.”
