Blood & Bones: Cage (Blood Fury MC 5)

Trip grinned. “Get the fuck out.”

“Not sure where he’s findin’ them, but he’s bangin’ chicks left and right. Young ones, old ones. Quiet ones, loud ones. Fuckin’ guy. Not sure how he does it, but he does. Gotta be impressed. The old man’s got fuckin’ stamina.”

“They weren’t sweet butts?”

“Fuck no. And he’s bonin’ ‘em in every shape and color, too. He’s fuckin’ his way through a goddamn bag of Skittles.”

“Huh,” Trip said softly. “If I didn’t have Stella, I’d be kinda fuckin’ jealous.”

“Right? Man’s got skills I never realized he had. Not that I really wanted to witness all the shit I’ve seen lately. He musta found his groove once Rook and I moved out.”

“Anyway... Done talkin’ about your pop’s dick action.”

“Yeah,” Cage muttered. “Me fuckin’, too.” He glanced at the mobile home again. “Guess I’m gonna owe him big time for this. Goddamn debt’s pilin’ up.”

“Don’t think so. Don’t think he’s doin’ this for you. Think he’s doin’ it for her.” Trip jerked his chin up at the sleeping baby in Cage’s arms.

Cage glanced down at Dyna. Her belly was full, her eyes closed and she breathed loudly through her nose. He never realized how loud babies breathed. The Google lady, who was finally talking to him again, told him it was because babies were “obligate nasal breathers.” He had to look that up, too. A few times, he’d fallen asleep just listening to Dyna’s steady breathing.

He really needed to put her in her car seat because his ribs were aching like hell, but carrying the car seat with her in it seemed to make it even worse. And a stroller wasn’t going to work while they inspected his new place, even if he had one.

Their new place.

And, if he was lucky, Jemma’s temporary digs, too. If she agreed. It would be nice if she was close by instead of at her aunt’s house. It would hopefully make things easier and, for fuck’s sake, a bit less overwhelming.

Jemma got to meet Dyna for the first time the other night at dinner, since Cassie and Judge had taken her along to Lottie’s after Cage passed out in his bed at the bunkhouse. Without him asking, Jemma also showed up at Dutch’s house the next day to stay with the baby while he tried to recover in bed there, too.

But she had left that night once he dragged himself from his mattress into the living room to check on her and Dyna.

“You still look like the walking dead, but your upright and breathing, so that’s a good sign. That also means you’re on duty. Have a great night,” were her last words as she scurried out the door and headed who knows where.

Probably back to Lottie’s.

Maybe even Crazy Pete’s.

All he knew was he was left alone in his state of disrepair to take care of his daughter.

He managed. Barely.

He did what he had to do to take care of his daughter, just like with the beating.

It wasn’t for him. It was for her.

“C’mon. Gotta check out the inside. It’s two fuckin’ bedrooms, too. Perfect if Jemma agrees to stay here. Only problem, there’s only one bathroom.”

It was more than he ever expected. It was better than living in a tent out in one of the fields.

Hell, it was way better than living in the camper Dutch originally suggested. That rust bucket had been sitting in the garage’s storage yard so long when he went inside to check it out, his foot went through the floor. Worse, he heard mice scrambling to hide.

So yeah, he could live with only one fucking bathroom. He only hoped Jemma could.

Cage followed his president up the portable wood steps and into the mobile home. The interior even smelled new.

Trip stopped directly inside and pushed a door to the right wider. “Got one bedroom on this end. It’s the smaller one. Not quite eight by twelve.”

Cage peeked around him. He didn’t even think about furniture, but it was already furnished. “It came furnished?”

“It’s an additional fee. Dutch is payin’ for it. For now.”

Cage groaned. He’d never be able to pay his dad back for all of this.

Trip turned and they both checked out the living room. It was a decent size. Bigger than the first bedroom and had an open floor plan into the kitchen/dining area. There wasn’t a table in the dining area but there were a couple stools at the counter bar separating the kitchen from the living room. Surprisingly, the trailer seemed to be even roomier than his father’s place.

“You can work on gettin’ your own shit and then he won’t be payin’ that monthly fee.”

Right. With all the spare scratch he was going to have, he’d go right out and get some new furniture. He wasn’t even sure he’d be able to buy used furniture. Maybe he could find some shit at the curb in town when it was large item trash day. He didn’t need new shit raising a kid. Dyna would only most likely damage the furniture anyway once she became mobile.