Doin' A Dime (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 4)

“What do you think we should do?” Trick asked. “You could stay with one of us for the time being.”

“No.” I shook my head. “As much as I appreciate the offer, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be bringing any other people into this. I wouldn’t have brought her here, but she’s best friends with Six. They would’ve already known her friends. Neither Six nor Wyett hides their friendship with the other.”

“I’ll make a few calls,” Lynn said. “In the meantime, I don’t think it’s a good idea for her to go to work. Maybe you can call, say that she hurt herself while on vacation, and won’t be in for a couple of weeks. Give us a bit of time to work through what we need to work through.”

“Agreed,” I pinchedthe bridge of my nose. “For the million-dollar bounty, it’s enough to make the really shitty assholes who don’t know what they’re doing, as well as the professionals that do, consider it.”

“She won’t get caught unaware, Hunt,” Trouper promised. “Between all of us now being aware of the hit, plus the way your place is wired, and your skills at a computer, they won’t even get close to her. You can go right now and look at who all got the ad, who responded that they would try. And from what I can see, you literally got to it within eight hours. How many people could really see it in that small of a time frame?”

The answer was forty-two.

Forty-two people saw it. Eighteen responded and accepted the contract.

Meaning, I had eighteen people that I needed to find.

And now.

So that was what I did for two hours.

I found each and every person that’d taken up the contract.

And then Lynn helped me call their information in to authorities.

Fifteen of them were apprehended within an hour.

One was at large. One was on a plane and would be apprehended once he landed.

That left me with, most likely, only one person that was going to try to kill my wife.

“Luckily there’s a time frame,” Zach said as he placed his phone down on the counter behind him. “If he doesn’t accomplish it, the contract expires and is no longer valid. Would he really try past that point without any money to show for it when he’s ‘done?’”

I sure the fuck hoped not.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and started to count backward from ten when I heard the most hilarious singing coming from the other room.

“Is that your wife?” Trouper asked Lynn.

Lynn shook his head. “Nope. There are a lot of noises that come out of that woman’s mouth, but that one isn’t one of them. Has to be Wyett.”

I couldn’t stop myself from getting up and going to check on her.

I’d done it multiple times over the last couple of hours, but each time I’d checked on her, she’d been doing some sort of paint thing with Six.

And drinking.

There was a lot of drinking.

I guess learning that you had a hit on you was a reason for her to break her ‘no getting drunk’ rule. A rule that I’d always wondered about, but hadn’t quite thought enough about until now to ask.

Together, the six men in the room, not including me, followed the loudness of Wyett’s subpar singing.

When we arrived, it was to find Six and Wyett with their backs to us. They were both painting something, and both of them were singing to a tune only the two of them could hear from the phone that was on the table between them.

“It’s gonna be May!”

“Me, loser. Me. It’s not May,” Wyett corrected. “You know that.”

“I know what he says, and I know what he thinks he says. There’s a difference,” Six said as she placed her paintbrush in her cup. “I don’t think that mine matches the picture.”

Six stood up and moved slightly, revealing a pretty sad looking lighthouse.

I moved closer as did the rest of us, and that’s when I heard NSYNC playing softly from the phone. As well as saw my wife’s painting.

“Mine sure doesn’t look like it.” Wyett scratched her face with the paintbrush, causing a streak of red to cover her face.

“Dangit!” Six said. “I was really trying. Let me see yours.”

Wyett moved, finally revealing her painting to not only Six, but the rest of the men at my back.

That’s when everyone burst out laughing.

“Oh my God.” Six gasped. “I can’t put a time lapse video on my social media pages when you drew a fucking dick on it!”

Wyett squinted her eyes so cutely that I couldn’t help the small smile that lit my face.

“It’s not a dick,” she disagreed. “It’s a lighthouse.”

“Wyett.” Six was already shaking her head. “That’s a dick. It may be painted blue, but that’s a dick if I ever saw one. I mean, it even has veins.”