Rowe (Henchmen MC Next Generation 4)

“Well, I haven’t heard any gunshots yet, so it should be fine,” Danny said.

“I approve of your brand of comforting,” Layna declared, nodding at Danny.

Not two minutes later, his bedroom door was opening, and my father was walking out. He gave me a wink before heading off toward the kitchen.

“I’m going to go make sure all Rowe’s bits are intact,” I said, toasting my loved ones with my tea, then making my way back into Rowe’s room to find him sitting off the side of the bed. “Hey,” I said, leaning in the doorway.

“Hey, babe,” he said, taking a deep breath, then looking up.

“Are you still intact?” I asked, moving in, and closing the door.

“Intact?”

“Yeah. My father mentioned cutting off your fun bits,” I told him. “Which would be a real shame since I am just starting to enjoy those.”

“Well, you’re in luck. They’re still at your disposal,” he said, holding out an arm, inviting me over.

“Good,” I said, sitting down next to him, and leaning my head on his shoulder. “I have lots of plans for you and your bits.”

“Should I be scared?” he asked, pressing a kiss to my temple.

“You should stay hydrated,” I told him.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Rowe

“With your pretty ass gone, I might be able to snag some more sweet hunnies,” Dezi said, shaking Sway’s hand.

“Oh, you’re going to miss me and you know it,” Sway said, smirking. “It’s gonna be weird leaving after all this time.”

It was going to be weird to not have the three of them around anymore. But it was time for Slash, Sway, and Crow to head out to Shady Valley and finally start their own club.

In their place, though, we had Valen, Voss, and Nave who was finally making his way to the club that afternoon. The Shady Valley guys would leave a hole, but the clubhouse wouldn’t be any less full.

“You let us know if you ever need any help,” Fallon said, shaking Slash’s hand. “I know you said it is going to be a tense and bloody couple months or years as you set up. I’m always happy to ship some of these assholes over to you if you need extra manpower.”

“Appreciate it,” Slash said, nodding. “I got this psycho,” he said, waving at Crow. “And some other men back home who I am going to tap the shoulders of. We should be okay, but I will let you know if that changes.”

“Good. Keep me updated,” Fallon demanded, nodding toward Slash before the three of them turned and made their way back out of the clubhouse. “Alright,” Fallon said after the bikes roared to life. “I think… the fuck now?” he grumbled when there was another bike rumbling into the front yard.

We didn’t wonder for long, though, because the door was opening, and in walked a tall, dark-blond man with blue eyes, wearing jeans and a tee, with a black backpack.

“Who’s that?” Dezi asked, moving closer to my side.

“I have no fucking idea,” I admitted, and I thought I knew everyone in this extended family we had going on.

“That’s Junior,” Seth explained. “So you know Alex?” he asked when the first name didn’t click.

“The hacker?” I asked. “Works with Janie and Hailstorm?”

“Yeah, that’s her. She’s married to this dude name Breaker who is friends with our parents. He’s independent,” Seth went on. “This is their only son. Actually haven’t heard shit from him in years. I thought he moved out of town.”

“I did,” Junior said, overhearing even though he was halfway across the room. “I was talking to my Ma a couple days back and she said Chris was going nuts on a case for you. And, therefore, so was Janie and my Ma. But no one could figure it out. So I decided to give it a shot.”

“Didn’t know you did this kind of shit,” Fallon said, brows furrowing.

“Went to Cal-Berkeley for programming,” Junior said, shrugging.

“Wondering why you dropped off the face of the Earth. You came all the way back to Navesink Bank to talk to us about our problem?” Fallon asked.

“I went to Cal-Berkeley,” Junior clarified. “I’ve been living in the city for a while now. It’s only an hour or so drive. And lately my mom has threatening to come up to the city and cook for me.”

“Your mom can’t cook,” Fallon said.

“Exactly. So I figured I’d come here instead. Two birds,” he said, reaching behind to unzip his backpack, then pulling out a laptop, fiddling with it for a minute, then turning it out toward Fallon. “Anyway. This is your crew,” he told us. “They call themselves The Copper Knuckles.”

“You’re shitting me,” Dezi said, laughing.

“I know. Pretentious as fuck. Sounds like some shitty garage band. But that’s what they call themselves.”

“What else do you know about them?” Fallon asked.

“This is their leader. Joey McGee. He’s got a minor rap sheet. But his street rep is ugly. Lots of accusations of assault that never made it to the cops.”