Page 34 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
Finn nodded. “None taken, and the mindset makes sense. But what’s changed your mind?”
Brooks leaned back in his chair. “I saw Chops riding through town last night.”
My eyes widened. “You what?”
Archer leapt to his feet. “And you didn’t call us?”
Brooks held up his hands. “I was spending quality time with my sister. Sorry if I didn’t want to dart into danger and take her along with me.”
The guys all settled back down into their seats as Brooks drew in a deep breath.
“And when I saw him riding around, I thought I was seeing things, so I took pictures. Pictures that I sent to Tanner for him to take a look at just in case I was seeing things.”
“And?” I asked.
Tanner pulled out his phone and started typing against the screen. “There. I just shot you guys the picture in question.”
I pulled out my phone and opened the picture only for anger to rush through my veins.
“He’s wearing their fucking cut,” I growled.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” Porter hissed.
“This is absolutely insane,” Archer murmured.
Finn scoffed. “He deserves to be drawn and quartered in the fucking streets.”
Brooks swallowed hard. “I don’t know if he has a seat at their round table, but he sure as hell isn’t just a prospect. And this changes a lot of things.”
I nodded. “Like the fact that it’s not ‘just Chops’ any longer.”
“It’s all of them now,” Finn said.
Porter sighed. “Which means…”
We all looked to Brooks as he uttered the words we honestly hoped we never had to utter.
“That means we have to take out the entire Black Flags MC if we want them out of our lives for good.”
The room fell silent. Everyone scooted to the edge of their seats. And as all eyes fell onto Brooks, he hung his head before drawing in yet another deep, sobering breath.
Then, he held his head high and did what he needed to do.
“All in favor of taking out the entity of the Black Flags crew, raise your hand high in the air.”
And the unanimous decision to slaughter the hoard along with the disease put us on a new and dangerous track.
One that had me immediately worried for Molly’s safety throughout all of this.
Sixteen
Molly
I washed a bite of my bagel sandwich down with some coffee. “I shit you not, Bridget, he just left a few minutes ago.”
She squealed so loudly in my ear that it began to rang. “Holy shit! I never thought I’d seen the day. I mean, never! He stayed the entire night? In your bed!?”
I snickered. “As insane as it sounds, yeah. We just sort of tumbled into bed, and he was so comfortable, warm, and inviting. I slipped off to sleep and didn’t wake back up until this morning.”
“You mean, no nightmares!?”
I winced. “Can you tone it down a few decibels? I don’t quite have my second cup of coffee in me.”
“Sorry, sorry. It’s just that, well, when you call me up out of the blue to tell me that your date went well, you actually let him into your place, you slept with the guy, and then he stayed the night? After I couldn’t even get you to entertain the idea of mutual coffee with someone!? You can see why I’m a bit excited.”
I smiled. “Yeah, I suppose I see where you’re coming from.”
“Girl, I am so excited for you. But I want all of the sordid details. You promised me, remember?”
I rolled my eyes. “I know, I know.”
She shuffled around on her end of the line. “All right, I’m in bed, I’ve got my snacks, I’ve got my hot chocolate, and I’m ready for the story.”
I shook my head. “You’re insane, you know that?”
“Yes, I’m well aware. So, tell me how you two ended up at your place anyway. You told me he took you to this little beach area, did he somehow sweet-talk you into it?”
I shrugged. “No, not really. We were just enjoying ourselves and I didn’t want it to stop.”
“And your first thought was that you wanted to take him back to your place? Not go to his?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Actually, I kind of have something else I want to talk about.”
“Fine, fine. But we’re wrapping back around to this, got it?”
I giggled. “Got it.”
She munched loudly on something in my ear. “So, what’s taking up space in your mind when we should be talking about your rejuvenated sex life?”
I barked with laughter before I leaned back against my couch cushions. “I feel like there’s a lot he’s not telling me.”
“Oh? Like what?”
I rolled my eyes. “If I knew what it was, then it wouldn’t be bugging me.”
“No, I mean, like, what gives you that idea? What’s he done?”
“Well, for starters, I told you he mentioned being in the military over dinner, right?”
“Riiiiiight.”
I closed my eyes. “I burned my hand helping with breakfast this morning and he went all ‘doctor mode’ on me. I mean, cleaning me up, wrapping my hand in gauze, putting this ointment on my skin.”
