help it! I can’t stand the thought of the huge, hairy, ugly things touching me.”
“You let dad touch you,” Rhys quipped, actually drawing a smile from his mother.
“Your father isn’t ugly.”
“Note she didn’t deny the huge,” Zeke said with a lecherous grin.
“Or the hairy,” Garrett piped in.
“Hey now, your father’s hair is in all the right places, not like that ape Ramirez.”
“I’m a little more interested in the Tarantula’s recent message than their president’s body hair.”
“They left a message too?”
Rhys lightly punched his younger brother’s shoulder. “He meant the spiders.”
“It’s a calling card. The Tarantulas are letting us know that they stopped by my house without me knowing about it. It’s a warning.”
Garrett mulled over his father’s words. “They’re threatening us.”
“You got it.”
“So, we’re going after them, right?”
Zeke shook his head, taking a long pull on his stogie. “We don’t have to make the long trek down the turnpike to deliver our message. Work smart, not hard. One call and they will have a surprise waiting for them when they get home. It’s a benefit of being the Mother Chapter.”
Leaning back against her husband’s solid shoulder, Ginny listened as he schooled their boys in the politics of club life. Garrett’s interest and inclusion left little doubt that he, like Rhys and Mox before him, would prospect in as soon as he met the age requirement. It was akin to being a military mother, pride and fear warred in her heart. She had run the gamut with Zeke; Marine, cop, and Lord. She had only been a kid, thirteen, when her brother and Zeke had gone off to the Marines. Zeke had been Trent’s best friend, and Ginny’s first and only crush. For three years, she had mailed off a letter a week to each, and haunted the mailbox for their replies. After Trent’s death, she had continued to write Zeke for what still qualified as the longest two years of her life. There had been times his infrequent letters were the only thing that kept her sane. As if reading her thoughts, Zeke’s arms tightened around her.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get some sleep.”
“What about the tarantulas?”
“I already called Gary.”
“The ones in my backyard, Zeke,” Ginny snapped.
“Aw Jesus, Gin. Give me a break. We’ll round the little bastards up tomorrow.”
“They come out at night.”
“It’s four o’clock in the morning. They’re headed to bed just like we are.”
Zeke stood, lifting her with him. Ginny opened her mouth to protest, but snapped it shut again at a warning look from her husband.
“Wise move, woman. You and I are already going to discuss tonight’s heroics,” he said, pointedly picking up her Beretta.
“But …”
“Bedroom … NOW.”
A small pout twisting her lips, Ginny kissed her boys goodnight and disappeared down the hall with a soft whistle to Gunny.
Zeke shook his head in amusement. “Does she actually think I’m stupid enough to leave that beast in our bedroom if I’m going to beat her ass?”
“Reminds me of Rhys putting on shorts and two pair of sweatpants when you went to get the belt,” Mox said with a chuckle.
“Like mother, like pretty boy,” Zeke snorted. “Clean up what you can of those fucking spiders before you hit the hay, huh?”
Rhys grinned at both the teasing and the wink his father tossed their way. Always the tough guy, but he would move heaven and earth for his old lady.
Moonlight filtered through the slatted wood blinds bathing Ginny’s curves in a soft glow. Only a fool would misinterpret the blatant invitation and Zeke was no fool. Letting Gunny out of the room, he locked the door. His eyes never leaving hers, he slipped the Beretta in her nightstand drawer and stripped from his clothes. Crawling into bed, he rolled to cover her in a fluid movement. Resting his weight on his forearms, he cupped her beautiful face, his lips capturing hers in a
“You let dad touch you,” Rhys quipped, actually drawing a smile from his mother.
“Your father isn’t ugly.”
“Note she didn’t deny the huge,” Zeke said with a lecherous grin.
“Or the hairy,” Garrett piped in.
“Hey now, your father’s hair is in all the right places, not like that ape Ramirez.”
“I’m a little more interested in the Tarantula’s recent message than their president’s body hair.”
“They left a message too?”
Rhys lightly punched his younger brother’s shoulder. “He meant the spiders.”
“It’s a calling card. The Tarantulas are letting us know that they stopped by my house without me knowing about it. It’s a warning.”
Garrett mulled over his father’s words. “They’re threatening us.”
“You got it.”
“So, we’re going after them, right?”
Zeke shook his head, taking a long pull on his stogie. “We don’t have to make the long trek down the turnpike to deliver our message. Work smart, not hard. One call and they will have a surprise waiting for them when they get home. It’s a benefit of being the Mother Chapter.”
Leaning back against her husband’s solid shoulder, Ginny listened as he schooled their boys in the politics of club life. Garrett’s interest and inclusion left little doubt that he, like Rhys and Mox before him, would prospect in as soon as he met the age requirement. It was akin to being a military mother, pride and fear warred in her heart. She had run the gamut with Zeke; Marine, cop, and Lord. She had only been a kid, thirteen, when her brother and Zeke had gone off to the Marines. Zeke had been Trent’s best friend, and Ginny’s first and only crush. For three years, she had mailed off a letter a week to each, and haunted the mailbox for their replies. After Trent’s death, she had continued to write Zeke for what still qualified as the longest two years of her life. There had been times his infrequent letters were the only thing that kept her sane. As if reading her thoughts, Zeke’s arms tightened around her.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get some sleep.”
“What about the tarantulas?”
“I already called Gary.”
“The ones in my backyard, Zeke,” Ginny snapped.
“Aw Jesus, Gin. Give me a break. We’ll round the little bastards up tomorrow.”
“They come out at night.”
“It’s four o’clock in the morning. They’re headed to bed just like we are.”
Zeke stood, lifting her with him. Ginny opened her mouth to protest, but snapped it shut again at a warning look from her husband.
“Wise move, woman. You and I are already going to discuss tonight’s heroics,” he said, pointedly picking up her Beretta.
“But …”
“Bedroom … NOW.”
A small pout twisting her lips, Ginny kissed her boys goodnight and disappeared down the hall with a soft whistle to Gunny.
Zeke shook his head in amusement. “Does she actually think I’m stupid enough to leave that beast in our bedroom if I’m going to beat her ass?”
“Reminds me of Rhys putting on shorts and two pair of sweatpants when you went to get the belt,” Mox said with a chuckle.
“Like mother, like pretty boy,” Zeke snorted. “Clean up what you can of those fucking spiders before you hit the hay, huh?”
Rhys grinned at both the teasing and the wink his father tossed their way. Always the tough guy, but he would move heaven and earth for his old lady.
Moonlight filtered through the slatted wood blinds bathing Ginny’s curves in a soft glow. Only a fool would misinterpret the blatant invitation and Zeke was no fool. Letting Gunny out of the room, he locked the door. His eyes never leaving hers, he slipped the Beretta in her nightstand drawer and stripped from his clothes. Crawling into bed, he rolled to cover her in a fluid movement. Resting his weight on his forearms, he cupped her beautiful face, his lips capturing hers in a
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