I raised an eyebrow. “You need tequila in order for me to finish what I started?”
Sierra rolled her eyes, closing her laptop, and stepping off the bed. “Absolutely not, but it makes things even more fun, especially if you find me some froggies to go with it.”
I slid my arm around her waist and squeezed her ass, kissing her again. “You go drink, I’ll find the froggies. We can do some ass play tonight, if you want.”
“I absolutely want,” she breathed out, kissing me again.
“Fuck me, Moonbeam, you need to lay off the sexy a bit. I’m already hard.”
She shrugged. “Sorry, not sorry. Come find me when you’re done.”
She strutted her ass out the door, but I had to take a few moments before I could do the same.
* * *
Once I had composed myself, I headed downstairs, finding Sundance, Moses, and Tango in the war room. Tango had obviously taken a shower, but he still looked wrecked.
“Come in,” Sundance said.
“You doin’ better?” I asked Tango.
“Is the fucker dead?”
He and I both turned to Sundance for the answer to that question and he shook his head.
“Then, no, I’m not better,” Tango answered.
“Sierra did a deep dive on Luigi.” I handed Sundance the jump drive. “He’s more than just a pervy piece of shit.”
Tango snagged it from my hand before Sundance could take it and plugged it into the club laptop sitting on the war room table.
“Jesus,” Tango growled. “He was fuckin’ arrested for breakin’ into another woman’s place and assaultin’ her out in Portland?”
“Yep,” I confirmed. “There wasn’t enough evidence, so they let him go.”
“He’s had no less than six restraining orders filed against him in Colorado alone.” He scowled at Sundance. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him.”
Sundance shook his head. “Let’s wait a bit, brother. You’ve already done some major damage.”
Tango stood slowly. “Do you know what he was gonna do to her?”
“Yeah, brother, but he didn’t, and he won’t,” Sundance assured him.
Tango dragged his hands down his face. “This is bullshit.”
“We need to make sure no one’s lookin’ for him,” Moses said.
“You also need to know where you stand with Bellamy,” Sundance said.
“And where she stands with the club,” I pointed out.
“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?” Tango hissed.
“She’s not happy to be here as it is,” I reminded him. “If you kill this guy, that may not endear you toher.”
“I never said I wanted to be her dear, asshole.”
“That’s not what I… never mind,” I said.