Nobody called him pretty boy to his face. He was far too dangerous for that.
The man was fucking crazy.
“Have you seen my wife, you dumb fuck?”
He grunted, acknowledging my point. That shut him up. There was no way I was looking elsewhere. I was married to the most beautiful woman in the Carolinas. Both of them.
Yes, Cassandra was insanely good looking and very, very pregnant with our second child. And pretty pissed at me from what I could tell.
But all the same, it wasn’t just her looks that made me love her.
She was spunky and loyal and strong, not to mention naughty and creative as hell when it came to pleasing me in the bedroom. Not that she had to do a damn thing besides be willing. But she went above and beyond all my expectations.
Lately she’d wanted to try some food stuff. Not licking it off each other or anything, though that was a favorite of mine from the past. No, lately when I took her, she wanted a snack.
During.
I shook my head. We were only having sex in one position lately. With her on her side. And damn if I hadn’t caught her sneaking some rice chips the last time.
I chuckled to myself.
I was never, ever going to let her live that one down.
Still, I had to go easy. She was more temperamental than a cat. I knew it was the baby. And I also knew she was mad about the case.
I hadn’t told her about the latest murder yet. It was far too similar to the one she’d interrupted a couple of years ago. She’d been a key witness and in mortal danger from the Raisers back then. It still scared the hell out of me to think about what could have happened to her if Dante had gotten his hands on her. So I didn’t say a word.
I didn’t want my woman upset.
But now she was upset anyway.
I checked my phone to see if she had texted. Radio silence, just like the past two weeks. I sent her a quick text, telling her I loved her.
Unfortunately, I didn’t expect a reply. Not unless she went into labor. And even then, the stubborn woman might call someone else. Or worse. She might try and drive her damn self to the hospital!
I had my sister and mom checking in on her at least once a day, but I was still worried.
“We got company.”
I jerked my head up and scanned the parking lot. A sweaty old hog was pulling in. I hissed out my exhale when I saw it. I knew that bike well.
“Sonofabitch!”
Mason had just pulled into PJ’s parking lot. I stared as he walked inside and headed right for the corner booth by the window. The same booth Shane was sitting in.
“Goddammit!”
“Easy man.”
I glared at Reily. Now this joker was telling me to calm down? The man who was my de facto father-in-law was here. The same man who was Godfather to my first child, and probably the next one too.
The very same man who had promised me he would stay out of this whole mess, not once, not twice, but three times.
Motherfucker!
I rubbed my temples, knowing that there wasn’t a damn thing I could do at the moment. But later… oh there was going to be hell to pay. Mason Saint James had some explaining to do.
Chapter Eighteen
Mason
“Mason.”
“Shane.”
We eyed each other like two dogs in an alley. Shane had never messed with me or mine, but he was a Raiser, and his brothers certainly had.
Plus, he was the most unpredictable fucker I’d met in my life.
His green eyes were cold as he ran a knife under his nails.
“Cain’s late.”
“He’ll be here.”
Shane’s eyes snapped up to mine. He was like a rattlesnake. Quick and mean.
And then he smiled.
A fucking chill went down my spine. That smile was scarier than any of the stories I heard about him. The rumor was that he was a cold, hard killer.
Or at least a maimer. If you crossed him, even the tiniest bit, he’d hurt you bad. I’d heard that the last guy who called him pretty boy had his arm snapped like a toothpick.
Shane was proficient in martial arts and had extensive military training before he joined the Raisers. Special ops, if the rumors were true. He was intense, off kilter, and very, very strong.
So killing wasn’t that big of a stretch.
But if he tried to hurt anyone I cared about, he’d be the one begging for mercy.
I smiled back, showing my teeth. The threat was implicit. He should have been pissed or scared, maybe both.
Instead, he laughed.
“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”
His eyes flickered over my shoulder. Cain had arrived. It was bizarre, sitting here with two club presidents. But since I had nearly been the head of the Untouchables a few years back, maybe it made a sort of backwards sense. Plus, with my bar in the middle of two territories, I was almost like the one who ran the border.