Page 100 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

“Crash sent me a goddamn text this mornin’ along with some fuckin’ photos, Vi.”

“I didn’t know Crash was into sexting and dick pics,” she said dryly.

For fuck’s sake.

While Reaper heard a couple snorts from the other officers, he did his damnedest to keep a straight face.

“Shoulda heard the news from you.”

“About?”

Why was she playing dumb? Just to get under her cousin’s skin? Despite being close, they did like to fuck with each other.

This was proof. Not that it was needed.

Zeke huffed, “Like you don’t fuckin’ know.”

“I don’t understand the issue and why you demanded that we come here. I run an important business and I’ve got shit to do.”

By being obstinate, she was not scoring points with anyone sitting in the chairs surrounding the thick table with the carved out DAMC emblem.

Reaper doubted that she cared.

“Wanna fuckin’ explain the damage done to the Terradyne?”

“The Terradyne belongs to Shadows Security, not the club, cuz.”

“D’you fuckin’ forget that both are closely tied together? Not only that, but Crash said you need to replace one of your undercover cages. And while you like to remind us that you fuckin’ manage the Shadows, you definitely don’t fuckin’ manage the body shop.”

“We had to abandon the other cage in Ohio. And let me remind you, we were out there for the DAMC’s benefit.”

“Which fuckin’ benefits you, too, woman!” Rage yelled, drawing everyone’s attention.

Someone was getting a bit testy.

But the way the sergeant at arms yelled at Vi made his jaw tighten and his fingers curl by his sides.

“Why the fuck didn’t you catch me up to speed, Vi?” Rage slammed his hand on the table. Hard enough to make it vibrate. “For fuck’s sake!”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, don’t flip the fuckin’ table again,” Chaos told Rage. “It took three of us to upright it.”

Damn.

“You flipped this table?” Vi sounded impressed when she pointed to the wood table.

“You should’ve fuckin’ seen it, Vi, he⁠—”

When Rage interrupted Wheels by shooting a glare his way, the road captain simply shut up and grinned.

“What the fuck happened out there? Why does the fuckin’ Terradyne have front end damage and fuckin’ bullet holes all over the goddamn thing?” Zeke leaned forward and asked.

“It was a rescue mission.”

“A fuckin’ rescue mission,” Rage repeated in a mutter.

“What the fuck were you rescuin’?” Zeke asked next.

“Not what,” Vi started.