Blood & Bones: Rook (Blood Fury MC 7)

Especially this one’s. She had a tendency to stare right through him, like she could see all his secrets. Whenever she dropped off one of the PD’s cruisers—or even her personal vehicle—for maintenance or repair, he always caught her looking at him with those eyes slightly narrowed. Like she was waiting for him to fuck up so she could book his next vacation behind steel bars.

Easy grinned. “That’s about right.”

What was about right? Oh yeah, that they were assholes.

Jet rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Want to tell me what you were doing in these woods after dark?”

“Havin’ a picnic,” Rook answered.

“I’m not thinking that’s true.”

Rook slammed a palm over his heart. “You wound me, darlin’, by not believin’ me.”

“Not darling. Officer will do. And I don’t see your picnic basket.”

“We already put it in the trunk.”

“Do you want to show me?” Jet asked.

“You have a warrant?” Rook returned. “Or probable cause to stop and question us?”

“I got the PC. Want me to explain it?”

“Nope.”

“I kind of find it suspicious that you two would be parked here in the middle of the night. You know, two in the morning is not the best time to have a picnic.”

Rook shrugged. “Unless you’re havin’ one with Yogi Bear.”

Jet tilted her head. “You still watch cartoons, Rook?”

“Sure. Don’t you?”

“We were headin’ home,” Easy explained, “and I had to piss.”

“You’re not that far from the farm.”

“I got a big dick but a small bladder,” Easy said. “It’s a problem. Not the big dick part, the small bladder part.”

“Are you sure it isn’t a prostate problem? You should get that checked,” Jet answered with a straight face.

“Don’t know. You wanna check it for me?” Easy turned around and planted both hands on the rear fender of the Honda, bending over and pushing his ass out. “Just be gentle.”

“Is that how you made friends last time you were in jail?” Jet asked him.

“Why d’you think we call him Easy, darlin’?”

“Officer,” Jet corrected him.

“Why d’you think we call him Easy, officer darlin’?”

She sighed and jerked up her duty belt. Rook preferred to see her hips without that bulky thing. Especially since that belt held a whole bunch of shit that could make his life miserable.

“I don’t want to catch you here again,” she ordered before turning on her boot heel and walking away.

“It’s a free country, ain’t it?” he asked Easy.

Easy answered, “Last I checked.”

“Hear that, officer darlin’? It’s a free country. We wanna have a romantic picnic together in the woods at two a.m., we’re damn well gonna have one,” he yelled at her retreating back.

Rook leaned back against the cage, crossed his arms over his chest and watched her climb into her cruiser. A few seconds later the spotlight went out. Thank fuck.

His brother whacked his arm. “Bet she’s hot as fuck in bed. All bossy and shit. Black leather corset, whip, cuffs. Fuck yeah. That makes me hard thinkin’ about it.” Easy adjusted himself. “Wouldn’t mind havin’ a taste of that.”

Unfortunately, Easy wasn’t the only one.

The fucker wasn’t dead. He wasn’t injured. It turns out Shade ghosted his brothers and his woman Chelle for two weeks without a word. Said he had shit that needed to be handled and then returned with a kid in tow. A fucking kid.

Not a little snot monkey. A twelve-year-old. Then tried to say the boy was his. Rook wasn’t sure anyone believed that bullshit.

But if Jude needed a place to belong, they’d give him one. That was just the way real family should be. Family wasn’t always blood. In fact, sometimes it was better if they weren’t.

He had no idea who or where Jude’s mother was, but Rook only hoped she wasn’t anything like Bebe.

Now that Shade had a woman and a kid, along with Chelle’s two girls, to be responsible for, Judge wasn’t sure Shade should continue going up the mountain to deal with the Shirleys. Mostly because he didn’t want to risk leaving Shade’s new family “fatherless.”

Most of the Fury members had survived shitty childhoods. It was one common bond between them. Most of them were also determined to do things differently with the next generation.

Whether that happened or not remained to be seen.

But keeping Shade off the mountain meant Easy and Rook needed to continue to do their part. Their focus turned to the rest of the male Shirleys, by grabbing one whenever it was possible, or at least doing recon. Basically, trying to keep ahead of whatever war they might be planning.

Tonight, he was alone. Now that it wasn’t a rescue mission for Shade, they figured it was easier to spy on the clan, or make a Shirley magically disappear, by going solo.

The Shirley men seemed to be staying in small groups now. Safety in numbers, Rook guessed. And all of them had some sort of high-powered rifle slung over their backs, big knives on their hips, as well as thigh holsters with some pretty large caliber handguns. Small cannons, more like it.