Page 39 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
But the second I turned the corner to head for the fridge, I saw my father sitting at the kitchen table.
With all of my damn brothers.
“About time ye finally got up,” Daddy said with his thick accent.
Uh oh. That meant someone had already pissed him off.
“Uh, morning,” I said as cheerily as I could, “any chance there’s coffee left?”
Rowan slid his eyes down my body before he pushed the carafe of coffee in my direction. Shea didn’t say a word as he held out a mug for me, and their stares threw me off-guard. The hell was wrong with them? Was my sex life so important that they all had to be pissed off about it?
I poured my black coffee and sat next to Kieran, who stared me down from his perched position as he refilled his own mug.
“So, someone gonna fill me in on why you guys look like such sour-pusses?” I asked.
But none of them answered me.
“All right, then,” I murmured.
Footsteps sounded behind me. I turned around to see what the hell was going on, and when I saw some of the guys from the crew pile into the living room, I had to resist the urge to get up and go sit with them. If my family was gathered at the table, then I needed to stay and present a united front. However, when Puck tossed a glance in my direction, I couldn’t help but smile.
He didn’t smile back, though. Instead, he turned his full back to me like I didn’t even exist.
We are around a lot of people, though.
And what we had was casual, so I didn’t think much of it.
At least, I tried not to.
I was relieved when Stone didn’t emerge with them, though. The last thing I wanted was to stare that man down when I was all but sure that he had caught us the other night.
Wait, is that why my father can’t stop staring at me?
Holy fuck, what if that asshole actually ratted me out?
I wanted to stand up and speak my peace. I mean, if my love life was going to be gossip for a bunch of asshole men to partake in, then the least they could do is level the playing field. They could throw their fucking love lives onto the table and watch me judge them right in front of their fucking faces. I mean, did women not have sex drives in their world? Were the needs of a man more important than my own?
“Morning, everyone. Brigid.”
I cringed when Stone singled me out. “Hi.”
He chuckled as he stood behind me. “We already filled your family in on what happened last night. Have they told you anything yet?”
I peeked up at him. “Nope. They’re too busy trying to figure out why I’m wearing the same clothes from yesterday.”
Dad cleared his throat. “Nothing substantial happened last night. Everything’s fine at Pathways.”
“At least from what we found,” West said from the living room.
I stared my father down. “Have you figured it out yet? Or are you going to ask?”
Torin chuckled. “And risk you lying about it? Not a fat chance in hell.”
I went to fire back, but Stone gripped my shoulders. He squeezed them softly and I swear to fuck my father almost leapt across the table and wrung his goddamn throat. Why my father didn’t actually do it was beyond me, but it took the focus off of me long enough to pivot the conversation.
So, I finished my coffee and stood to my feet. “Just because nothing happened last night doesn’t mean my contact is safe. We still need to get her out of there.”
Dad stood as well. “If you have information on why we should move her, then you really need to tell us what your gut is telling you.”
Rowan nodded. “He’s right. If you’re working with something we aren’t, then now’s the time to spill the beans.”
All eyes were on me as I straightened my back in a room full of dicks. “My contact doesn't just know someone who works higher up in the cartel; she once worked with them herself. For all we know, those men were sent in to keep tabs on her.”
Rowan sighed. “Which means they might be on to us.”
Dad nodded. “That’s enough for me. Let’s check her out and get her back here.”
Stone walked into my purview. “Do you have a way to break her out of there?”
I peeked over at him. “Yes, I do. But I’ll need help to pull it off.”
Stone shrugged. “Whatever you need, let me know.”
But I ignored him in favor of turning around and barking my own orders. “Puck, Frost, West. You three are with me. And can someone tell that Diego guy that I want him coming along, too. He’s going to know what to look for, so we can use him as a lookout.”
