Enzo (Jinx Tattoos 1)

“Ahhh. You want to head over this way, then?” Snake asked.

“Yeah, I think that would be best,” he replied.

“All right, I’ll put on a pot of coffee and let my boys know you’re headed in,” Snake said, disconnecting.

Am I actually doing this? A glance toward his girls had him answering with a resounding yes. He walked over to the couch, knelt down, and caressed Aibhlinn’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “Ave.”

“Hmmm?”

“I’m headed out to run a few errands. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“’Kay,” she said sleepily.

She puckered, and he brushed her lips, grateful for the moment between sleeping and wake that had her in a cooperative mood. She was a woman with a plan. If she’d been awake, she would be asking him a million questions he didn’t have any answers to. Yet.

He changed from the rumpled clothing into a pair of clean jeans, a white T-shirt, and a thick black sweater. Tossing a black beanie on his head, he was out the door. He spent the ride driving up north wondering what he would tell his family. It wouldn’t be out of the range of belief to say he’d knocked up some one-night stand who’d signed over all rights. But where will that leave me and Ave? He was in for a battle there. She wasn’t one for lies, but she could understand stepping outside the law given her family background with the IRA. It was a detail they glossed over, but he knew enough about the Irish organization to know they were hardcore. The shit she’d seen before she hit puberty would probably make most her age piss their pants. They were in deep enough for her mother to run a continent away.

He drove down the unmarked road, knowing they had to see the dust he kicked up a mile away, which was probably the point of building a place out here. He parked in front of the complex—what looked like a massive stone warehouse on the outside had an incredible set of comforts on the inside. He walked up to the metal door and knocked. The square that opened was a throwback, but they took security seriously. The last clubhouse they had ended up totaled, and when they’d rebuilt they’d taken all the precautions they could think of.

He was pretty sure the thick door was bulletproof.

“Hey, we’ve been expecting you,” the prospect said and opened the door.

Enzo spotted Snake sitting at the bar.

The Vice President looked tired, but alert. His brown eyes sparkled with mirth. The pair of naked twins sprawled out on the bar sleeping peacefully painted the scenes of the previous night’s debauchery.

Enzo took in the sleeping bodies on couches and the pool table. Must’ve been some party. “Holy shit, it’s not even Friday,” Enzo exclaimed as he walked over to give Snake a manly hug.

“Patch in party, man. One of the prospects got his top rocker. That’s always a cause for craziness,” Snake explained.

Enzo nodded.

Snake gestured to the seat next to him. “Have a seat, man. Tell me what brings you out this way.”

“I need papers,” he said, launching into the story about the baby girl and what he planned on doing.

“Damn, chief, you sure you want to take on that kind of responsibility?” Snake asked.

“I know firsthand how bad the foster care system can be. I can’t let her go that route. Plus, I’m getting off easy. Shit, I get the best thing a girl can give without the hassle.”

Snake laughed. “I guess. Don’t know if you’ll still think that when your ass is half dead from lack of sleep. When do you need this?”

“As soon as possible, after you make sure there’s no one with a missing notice out. I won’t take her from a happy home,” Enzo said.

“Okay. I’ll get my tech man to work his magic and get back with you. You might want to hold off for a week on finalizing anything, though. Sometimes, people sit on shit when kidnappings and what not happen.”

Enzo sighed. “You’re right.”

“I’m going to run this by a few of the biker babes around here, see if one if them is willing to put their name on the paperwork. I won’t leave any loose ends. You have a name for the baby girl?” he asked.

“Yeah, Aoife Rose Jordan.”

“Beautiful name, brother. You with that Irish hottie now?”

“Working on it. She’s the one watching Aoife right now.”

“Ahh, then you’re sure to seal that deal. Babies make bitches melt,” Snake said.