He blinked as my words sank in. “Fuck, man. Boss is gonna flip his shit when he finds out. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This ain’t good, man.”
Well that answered my question. It would only make things worse. “Sorry about that, Big Boy.”
“Yeah, me too.” He moved to stand but I was lighter and faster, and at his side before he could get to his feet.
“Not yet.” The butt of my gun crashed down on his jaw and he was out cold. It would be at least an hour before he came to and by then he’d be somewhere where we could get some information out of him.
“Rocky, you dressed?”
The door opened a second later and the floor squeaked. “Is he dead?”
“No, he’s out, though. Bring my phone.”
“Phone, right,” she whispered, and I listened to the shuffle of her feet as she headed back into the bedroom. When she appeared, she was fully dressed but her hair was still rumpled like she just got fucked.
“Phone,” she said and handed it to me, flashing a quick look at big boy on the sofa.
I sped dialed the number I needed; it answered in a beat. “My house. Bring the guys.”
I shoved the phone in my back pocket, Rocky standing two feet away, shaking like a leaf and nibbling that bottom lip.
“Hey, Rocky. Look at me. Look at me.” Her green eyes
locked on mine. “Calm down, it’s okay. Big Boy is fine, he’ll have a massive headache but otherwise he’ll be all right.” Maybe.
“I don’t care about Big Boy,” she said when she came back down to earth. “It’s just, this shit just got super real. Your boys are coming to get him and then what?”
“Are we doing this, Rocky? Complete and total honesty?”
She paused a breath and then nodded. “Yes. Yep.”
“They’ll take him someplace and keep him there for a while, see what kind of information they can get out of him.”
“Why not kill him?”
“Do you want him dead?”
“No, I was just curious.”
Time for honesty. “I told him you were pregnant, and I hoped it would change his mind, but he made it clear that it wouldn’t. If we don’t have to off the motherfucker, we won’t. But only time will tell.”
She nodded and tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear. Something was on her mind but I didn’t make a big deal about it even though we just agreed no more secrets. “You’re right, Lasso. Let’s do this. Let’s get married.”
I opened my mouth to say something and froze. “What?”
“You’re right. Let’s get married.”
She was saying what I wanted to hear but it was off. “Cut the shit, Rocky. What’s going on?”
“If something happens to me, anything at all, you can speak for me. If it comes down to it, save the baby first. They won’t listen to anyone but family, so we should do it soon.” I didn’t know how she was being so calm about this, about these kinds of choices. Serious fucking choices.
“Okay?”
I blinked, and her face came back in focus. “I knew you wanted to marry me.” I winked and she laughed, smacking my chest as she pushed me away.
“Don’t think this means I’m going to be cooking dinner and sucking you off on demand.”
She was hot when she was feisty, all fired up and ready to tell me how things would be in our marriage.