Marked By The Devil (Devil's Riders 5)

Even Lucky tried to control his snark for once.

I was damn grateful the women had gotten involved. They were always the ones to come up with the best, most devious plans. I stepped outside to call my old lady. Her sweet voice always did something to my innards, somehow rearranging them so that I felt warm and settled inside.

“Did you get my ice cream?”

“That’s how you greet your husband?”

“Well, did you?”

“Not yet but I will, babe. Promise. I’m actually calling because they’re taking Callaway to his shop.”

Her voice changed immediately. General Kaylie was in full effect. I grinned as she went from sweet girl to dictator. The woman was all-business when it came to executing one of her plans.

“Excellent. I’ll mobilize the girls. Is he drunk? He can’t be too drunk.”

“Whiskey is feeding him coffee. And Donnie and Mac cut him off the hard stuff early. He has had about fifty beers in the past few days though.”

I heard her sigh. She was worried about Cal too. Kaylie might be younger than the rest of us, but she acted like a den mother to all the guys. And Cal was special. Even though he was wild, he was fiercely loyal. His artistic streak made him a bit eccentric compared to the average biker, but in a good way. He was a special guy and we loved him. He was family and you worried about family.

Every damn one of us was worried.

The guy deserved some happiness. Callaway was crazy about the girl. And Molly loved him. She was a good influence, too.

I could tell by the way they acted together. They gravitated toward each other, just like Kaylie and I did. My wife was pretty much a heavenly body. That’s how deep the pull was.

“Has he said anything?”

“No. Just that she didn’t want him.”

“She does. He just caught her off guard. He was steamrolling her.”

My stomach clenched, remembering the time I’d caught Kaylie off guard and made decisions without asking her. I’d thought I’d lost her. It was the worst pain I’d felt in my life. I never wanted to feel that way again.

“Don’t worry, babe. It’s gonna work.”

“I hope so.”

“I’ll see you soon. Keep that little bun toasty for me.”

“Be safe.”

“I will. You too. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Becky

“Okay. You ready?”

I glanced at the quiet girl in the passenger seat beside me. Her knuckles were white as she clutched the rolled-up piece of cardstock in her hands. She’d sketched it herself, with a little help from Jack and Mac, who both had a fine drawing hand.

They were the only ones who knew the details other than us girls. Jack had looked at Molly with a look of solemn respect when he’d seen what she was up to. It turned out the big man had a very soft heart.

We were lucky to have him. Whiskey told me he wanted him for our second baby’s Godfather. Devlin was Petunia’s Goddaddy, though Callaway was her honorary uncle. Sometimes, it seemed like all the guys were expecting to be a Goddaddy.

Truth be told, that made me wonder.

Did he expect me to have a baby for each of the inner circle so everybody could be a Godparent to one of our brood? That was a lot of babies, especially now that Lucky was back from active duty and Mac was joining the club. He was already family to Donnie and Sally, and now he was going to be official club family.

I groaned at the thought of all those babies and rubbed my belly. I was nowhere near ready to pop. Kaylie was way ahead of me on that. But the thought of having three more after, or even four if Whiskey wanted Mac to be a Godfather too, well, that was too much to contemplate.

Like all the guys, he loved kids, our kids in particular. Only Jack and Janet had multiples, though we were next. And we were hoping Sally and Donnie might have another, lord willing. They’d been trying long enough.

“Are you alright?”

I patted her hand.

“I’m fine, sweetheart. You’re the one who needs support, not the other way around.”

“I’m good.” She nodded, as if convincing herself. “I can do this.”

I exhaled and nodded. I was going in with her, just to make sure it was okay to leave her. I knew Whiskey was in there, and it wasn’t like Callaway would ever hurt a woman, but I didn’t want to let her go in there alone if he was upset and out of his mind drunk. Especially if he wasn’t receptive to the little reunion we’d planned.

Callaway’s tattoo parlor was only open part-time. At least a couple of days a week, he worked onsite at the clubhouse, where he had his own setup. This place could have made a killing if he trusted someone else to use his equipment. Maybe he would someday. It’s a very cool setup, I thought to myself. He’d found an old barbershop that he’d barely changed other than the lettering on the glass window that read Callaway Ink in dark blue and gold lettering.