Renny (The Henchmen MC 6)

And, judging by the way Fallon moved closer and seemed completely apt, it had been the right choice.

"I hope he knows what he's getting into," I mused aloud, but mostly to myself. "Fallon is going to be on his case to finish that book every day now."

Cyrus looked over at his brother for a second, face much more guarded than I had seen it so far, then back at me and declared, "Reeve is good with kids. He wouldn't start the story if he didn't plan on finishing it."

Again, my gaze went to Renny and, again, neither of us had a clue.

Reeve, the anomaly.

Reeve, the loose end that needed some serious tying up.

But not right then.

There would be time for that later.

That night, Laz was called in to fight. Renny told me that he wanted to take me but that it would have to wait until the next one because we couldn't leave the compound. And, as excited as I was about the prospect of going out somewhere with him, I was equally happy to be locked in with him. So Laz was walked out and Cyrus and Reeve were locked into their room.

And we went to bed.

He gave me hot and fast and sweaty, but only after he had "dessert".

The next morning, I got up before him and showered then was, yet again, had for another meal. Really, his appetite for oral sex was genuinely impressive. I was definitely not complaining.

I walked outside with my coffee to find Laz at the gates, waiting to be allowed reentry. He was a little beaten up- his left eye swollen half shut, his lip cut, and cuts broken open on his knuckles. But overall, seemed like he was likely the victor.

"Hey Mina, how'd breakfast go without me?"

I laughed at that. "Penny was in charge of it this morning."

"Aw, come on, honey, you could have handled it. I have faith in you," he told me as I nodded at the guys at the gate to let him in.

"No one wants pancakes two mornings in a row. Besides, Penny is stressing out about Duke. I don't think anyone thought this trip would take as long as it is apparently taking."

We had heard from them. Reign called Renny; Cash called Lo; Repo called Maze; and Duke called Penny. But all the conversations were short and sweet. So we knew that everyone was still alive, but they didn't give anyone much more than that and we all knew that they were likely outnumbered and in danger until they were home.

And being that Penny was the newest girlfriend of The Henchmen MC, if I was not being counted, she was the least used to the aspects of danger, to her man being away from her.

"She kind of needed the distraction," I told him as we walked back to the compound. "She's worried about Duke."

"Lucky man to have a good woman worrying about him."

"Do you have a woman worrying about you?" I asked, surprise that hadn't been something I had asked him before.

"Nah, honey, no woman," he said, and if I wasn't completely mistaken, he didn't sound happy about that fact.

Which was interesting for a probate.

Usually they were all gassed up about the idea of clubwhores and sowing their oats.

Laz was a pleasant surprise.

After that, we ate; the kids got occupied; Renny and I hung out with the probates, mostly asking Laz about his fight which he had, indeed won.

A while after that, I found one of the bedroom doors open in the hall, one of the ones that didn't belong to one of the core members, catching my attention. I moved toward it, brows drawn together, to find Renny standing at the foot of the bed, staring at the bathroom, in the middle of a room that was in a suspended form of chaos. Clothes were tossed everywhere. Three beer bottles sat on the nightstand. A pair of boots were on their side in front of the closet. The garbage bin was overflowing with paper and, unfortunately, condom foils.

The room of a fallen brother.

"Renny?" I called, my voice tentative, knowing he had been the one to find all his brothers. And, judging by the hollow look to his eyes as he stared into space, he was running over the memory, likely of a brother dead in the bathroom he couldn't stop looking at. "Hey, Renny?" I called, a little softer as I moved closer, putting my hand on the inside of his elbow, making him jerk hard, almost elbowing me in the face as he turned quickly.

"Fuck, Mina, sorry," he said, shaking his head as I flinched back. I knew he would never purposely hit me, but if he was dealing with some kind of post-traumatic thing, he could do things without really realizing he was doing them, without knowing it was me he was hurting.