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“Wherever the fuck she wants to go.”

Clearly, Vi cared more about Ledger hearing curse words than his own father.

“Smart man,” Wheels said on a laugh.

Reaper thought the same thing.

“Jesus fuck. Don’t lie to him, Wheels,” Rage said.

“Well, I’m proud of you, cuz,” Vi announced. “Didn’t think you had a drop of fatherly instinct in you, but you keep proving me wrong.”

Chaos pulled the gavel from Ledger’s little fingers and slid it down the table to Wheels, who picked it up and hammered the table a couple of times. “And just like that, I’ve been fuckin’ promoted!”

“You’ll never sit in that fuckin’ seat,” Rage grumbled.

“All right. Let’s get the fuck outta here.” Zeke rapped his knuckles on the thick table, then surged to his feet, lifting his son with him and putting him on his shoulders. He said to Vi in passing, “You want the Terradyne repaired and an endless supply of undercover cages, you better fuckin’ keep us informed.”

Then the DAMC prez walked out.

With that, the “meeting” was over.

Now Reaper needed to find out if his bed would be hot or cold later.

Chapter Twenty

“We’ve been summoned,” Vi announced two nights ago after her phone buzzed on his nightstand.

He flipped from his back to his side to see her reading a text. “What the fuck. Again?”

“Not by who you think.”

“Then, by who?”

When Vi lifted her eyes from her screen and turned them toward him, his gut churned.

And his asshole might have twitched a little.

“Actually, it’s more like an invitation,” she clarified, returning the phone back to its spot.

“Is it a trap?” Reaper asked.

“My mother invited us to dinner.”

It could still be a trap. “Why?”

She bugged her eyes out at him. “Probably because Indie ran her damn mouth to her about how I never sleep in the house anymore. And why.”

Fuck. “Your dad going to be there?”

“Are you scared?”

“Fuck no. Just wondering what we’ll be walking into.”

Her lips parted. “We? You’ll come with me?”

“Do I have a choice? I’m not going to let you face them alone.”

“I’m not worried about that. They’re my parents. I can handle them. But I think my mom wants to meet you.”