Kitty Kitty (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 5)

“Could be legit,” Six said, giving the man the benefit of the doubt. “Other than screaming at the little girl, he didn’t really do anything to harm her. Who was the guy that gave him the kid in the first place?”

He looked at me.

“That’s where I think Blaise might be in a bit of trouble,” Hunt said, sounding hesitant. “The handoff happened at the grocery store where she first saw the girl. I hacked into the feed there. The older man handed the kid off and left. And it was not even two seconds later that you can see Blaise come into view. She didn’t see anything, but the man that did the handoff isn’t going to know that. And since Blaise’s picture is already plastered all over the news for saving this girl, having followed her from a grocery store to the gas station on a stolen bike, I don’t think we’re going to be able to keep her identity hidden from that man. Who is definitely going to think that he was seen.”

“What about the woman that he was transporting to? Or the numbers that were called from? Any luck on those?” Bruno spoke up, leaning back in his chair with his arm over the back of the couch.

“Both non-working numbers as of early this morning. They were burners from a Walmart in Deep East Texas. Purchased with cash. I pulled up records of when they were bought. A man wearing a big ass sun hat bought them. No identifying marks or anything really special about him to identify him. Cameras in the parking lot show him getting into a nondescript black sedan the moment he gets out of the doors of the building. They were really good about avoiding all cameras in the store and in the parking lot,” Hunt explained.

“Fuck,” Lynn grumbled. “Fucking shit.”

Fucking shit was right.

“The man here is the focus,” Sin suggested. “We need to find him. This is probably a base station for him. He finds the kids here, arranges transport, and sends them on their way.”

I finished off the last of my pizza, my tummy pleasantly full, and leaned back on the couch that I was planted in.

That was when I realized that my pants were way too tight, and they were pushing weirdly on my lower belly which really, really didn’t feel good.

As surreptitiously as I could, I pushed the waistband of my yoga pants—thank God for yoga pants—down until it was on my lower hips.

My ass was probably showing on the backside, but as long as I didn’t get up too fast, I could keep that covered with my shirt.

When I looked up it was to find Beckham grinning at me.

“I remember when I was pregnant with Hiro, anything tight on my belly wasn’t ever comfortable. I couldn’t wear my regular clothes for nine freakin’ months,” she explained.

“That’s me now, too,” Six grumbled as she laid back on the couch, using Lynn as a pillow, and sprawled out with her feet on the coffee table next to the nearly empty pizza boxes. “That’s why I’m not wearing pants and I’m in this god-forsaken skirt.”

“Y’all make pregnancy sound very awesome,” Swayze drawled.

“It’s not all bad,” Wyett said as she joined in on the conversation with us, leaving the men to figure out how to deal with a couple of kidnappers. “At least from what Six tells me. She said that her sex life is on fire. That she has bigger boobs, and that she feels super good when she’s not puking.”

I grinned.

“These last four weeks.” I shook my head. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

I widened my eyes to tell them without ‘telling’ them what I meant.

Holy hell, had I been horny.

Obviously, some of that showed because I’d literally had sex in the back of a damn gas station parking lot today.

And didn’t even freakin’ care.

The women burst out laughing at my comment, and the man at my side leaned in and said, “What did I miss?”

The way his breath fanned out over my ear, all erotic and sexy and yum, had my nipples pebbling and goose bumps popping out all over the side that he spoke against.

I crossed my legs, which caused my shirt to ride up slightly, and a sliver of exposed skin had him running his finger along it.

Which didn’t help, either.

“Blaise was just telling us how horny she is all the time,” Six said as she reached for a piece of crust that her husband hadn’t finished. “And then you go and speak in her ear all sexy-like, and she got all flushed.”

I flushed harder when all eyes turned my way.

If I could crawl into Sin and disappear, I would have.

“Umm,” I hesitated.

“Unfortunately,” Wyett said, looking at me with sympathy. “Six has absolutely zero filter. She says what she wants and doesn’t give a fuck. Just think of it this way, when we were out last week, she told the retail guy that he had a sexy voice and that he should do voice-over for porn. Because she would definitely come while he was talking.”