Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)

I needed to reach out to the rescues I’d spent some time volunteering with, so they could take on a few of the dogs.

That would be next on my list after Arty’s.

And tacos.

“Hey Lark,” I called, making her head shoot up, eyes wide, for a moment worried the guys had caught up with her.

“Oh, hey. He’s being stubborn,” she said, waving toward the dog who was sniffing hard at something on the ground.

“He’s about to… yep,” I said, nodding as the dog dropped down, side of his face first, rubbing against whatever disgusting thing he found on the ground.

“Oh, dude. You are a handf… oh, God, what is that?” she half grumbled, half whimpered as she took a step back, putting a hand over her nose.

“Didn’t happen to pack any dog shampoo, did you?” I asked, looking at the dog who had something smeared all down the side of his head, and seemed very pleased about it.

“No. The house came with some Castile soap that will work in a pinch, though. Dude, I was just getting ready to go get tacos.”

“I’ll wash him. You need to go wrap yourself with the elastic bandages. The ride won’t be super pleasant with your ribs. The bandages will help ease the ache from any uneven roads.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. And after we eat, I will contact the rescues I know about taking the puppies and the male and female you brought last night.”

“Not…” she started, eyes worried.

“No, I know. Not Lyle. I will call a trainer I know about him, though, so you can get him evaluated.”

“You’re doing so much for me,” she said as I let myself into the backyard. “How am I ever going to repay you? Especially since you don’t seem keen on wheatgrass shots,” she added, giving me a wobbly smile.

“I don’t want anything in return,” I assured her. “I would help any dog I crossed paths with that needed it, so that doesn’t even have anything to do with you. And the house… that is all Teddy. So, what am I really doing?”

Aside from likely having to murder an entire drug organization, of course. But it didn’t seem like the time to talk about that.

“So, this friend of yours,” she said as she followed me into the bathroom to wash the dog. “Is it Arty?”

“How do you know about Arty?” I asked, stiffening as I looked at her.

“Well, here’s the thing,” she said, pressing her lips together. “I had to, you know, do a little internet search to figure out who you and your club were. And while doing that, I came across some information. Did you know there is a like fan club website about you guys?”

“A… what?”

“Yeah. A fan club. I thought you would know since Teddy knows.”

“How does Teddy know?”

“Apparently, his lawyers threatened the website owner so she took his name off of the site. He never mentioned it?”

“No.” And he had some answering to do about that.

“Anyway, they mention some friends. Like Ayanna. And Booker. But I figure this isn’t really a situation for a private security guy. But it might be the situation for a sort of… hacker guy.”

A sort of hacker guy.

That about covered it.

“Is he really as messy as the website said?”

CHAPTER EIGHT