Page 135 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

“Think we got the fuckin’ idea,” Rage said on a sigh.

“Why?” Cruz asked.

Why? Was he supposed to give a speech on why he wanted Vi? If so, nobody told him. He’d have to come up with one on the fly.

“She’s smart and independ⁠—”

Zeke cut him off. “Brother, we really don’t give a fuck why.”

“Then—”

Zeke lifted the gavel and glanced around the table. “All in favor of this poor bastard bein’ stuck with Vi?”

“Should we expect D to come busting through the door like the Kool-Aid man to try to stop this?” Cruz threw out there. “If so, I’m ducking for cover.”

“Dad loves him,” Vi volunteered.

Wheels made a choking sound. “Love ain’t even in that fuckin’ man’s vocabulary.”

Zeke cracked the gavel against the tabletop again. “Let’s get this fuckin’ over just in case he does crash this.”

Reaper agreed with that. They couldn’t get this over soon enough.

“All in favor?” Zeke prompted again.

Ayes circled the table.

“Anyone opposed?” the prez asked.

“Fuck no. Good luck, brother.” Chaos gave Reaper a two-finger salute. “Bet she’s gonna store your balls in her jewelry box.”

“I don’t have a jewelry box, asshole.”

Reaper raised his eyes to the ceiling and said a silent prayer.

“Ammo box, then. What-fuckin-ever, woman.”

“Bet you’d sacrifice yours to get down Lexi’s⁠—”

For fuck’s sake. “Vi,” Reaper warned in a low tone while grabbing her forearm and giving it a squeeze. She huffed out a breath.

Zeke slammed the gavel again and shot Reaper a grin. “Vi’s your headache now, brother.”

“Thank fuck,” Rage grumbled under his breath.

Why the fuck was Vi so quiet? That wasn’t like her.

He glanced over to see her with her phone in her hand, reading a text.

His brow dropped low. “Is something more important than this?”

Her behavior—first crashing the claim and then being distracted while still standing in front of the officers—didn’t reflect well on him, now that he was officially her ol’ man.

And, according to the club officers, apparently responsible for her.

She turned the phone toward him to show him a text from Indie. And in that text was a link to a news article.

“What’s that about?” he asked her.