“I love being part of the club,” Lexie said. “Elizabeth, Simon, and Josh, they’re all taken care of, and the club would die for them. There’s not much a mother could ask for.”
Eva smiled. “Yeah, I know. Sometimes it scares me what the men are willing to do to protect their loved ones. Life shouldn’t be like that.”
“It’s the club life. Was it ever like that in Vegas with your father?”
Picking up a can of crushed tomatoes, Eva glanced over her shoulder to look at the other woman. “No, not really. My dad, he wasn’t the sort of man who took any crap. Yeah, he does dirty deals, but he never brought it to me.” She shrugged her shoulders. Thoughts of her father always affected her. Eva wasn’t used to being forced not to see him. It was strange. After years of being able to see him whenever she wanted, she hadn’t minded staying away. Having another man, whom she despised, ordering her around and stopping her from seeing her father pissed her off. No one should have the power to stop her from visiting her father. Talking on the phone was great, but it didn’t make up for the missed time together, and it angered her, the power one man held over her life.
“I’m sorry. Devil told me what happened. It must suck not getting to see your dad.” Lexie placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. There wasn’t much comfort to be had in the touch, but Eva appreciated the gesture.
“You don’t get to see your sister.”
“Yeah, well, she was happy to let Devil kill me for Simon. I’m so not missing her.” Lexie rolled her eyes, chuckling. “I sound evil now. I’m an evil bitch because I don’t miss my sister.”
“No, you’re full of sense, and you’re soon going to be full of cock.” Devil’s voice interrupted the moment. Turning toward the doorway of the pantry Eva saw Devil standing there with his arms above his head, holding onto the door ledge. His gaze was focused on his woman. From the look in his eyes, Eva knew he had sex on the brain. All of the bikers in the club had sex on the brain. It was insane how they could all think of sex at a time like this. You f**ked Tiny last night. Yeah, she couldn’t talk. She’d been enjoying pleasure in her own man’s arms. Thinking about sex and actually doing it was way more fun than dealing with the fear that Gonzalez created.
“Hey, Devil,” she said.
His eyes never left Lexie while she spoke. If staring could be f**king, Devil would have Lexie bent over and taking his c**k by now. She hoped he appreciated her presence and didn’t actually start f**king in front of her. “Hey, Eva. What are you ladies doing?”
“Stop it, Devil. You’re not interested in what goes on in the pantry. What’s up?”
Eva chuckled as he raised an eyebrow. His stare alone said it all.
“I wanted to see how you were doing. Do I need a reason to talk to my woman?”
Lexie rolled her eyes. “There’s always a reason when you’re in Fort Wills. You’ve got Tiny, the club, and a lot of loud music. Why would you want me?”
Going back to inventorying the pantry, Eva listened to the lovesick couple talking.
“Woman, I’ll always need you.”
She heard Devil move. Glancing over her shoulder she saw he’d claimed Lexie’s lips and banded an arm around her waist. “I’ll never need an excuse to see you, Lex. Simply breathing is reason enough for me to come and see you.”
The kiss was explicit as was the way he glided his hand up to stroke Lexie’s nipple. Need for Tiny swamped Eva. Averting her gaze, she continued to take stock of the room, wishing her own man had sought her out.
“The kids are being looked after, baby.” Devil spoke in a hushed tone. His meaning was clear. They were free to f**k without worrying about their kids. Eva knew the feeling even if she did rarely get to experience it.
“Eva, are you okay with finishing this up?” Lexie asked.
“Sure, go and have some fun.”
She waved a hand at them, shooing them away. Some scuffling was followed by silence at their departure. Sitting on her butt she looked up the long wall, wishing things were different. She loved Tiny and their kids. She even loved the life of being a biker’s woman, an old lady. This waiting around for the bad guy to strike was what she hated the most. Angel and Lash were back from their vacation, and instead of being happy, they were all on guard. In the next couple of days they were going to have to get Gash out of prison, and then life had to carry on as normal.
Normal with a killer on the loose, intent on causing problems, shouldn’t be normal. She rubbed at her eyes as tears started to fill them. Being upset wasn’t right. She didn’t have time in her busy schedule to cry over what was happening. There was no way for her stop anything. The only way she could help Tiny was by standing beside him while they took the enemy on. Her cell phone ringing pulled her out of her melancholy thoughts.
“Hello,” she said, answering the call without looking at the ID of the person.
“Hey, honey, how are you hanging in there?” Ned Walker, her father, asked.
“You always call when I need you.” She wiped under her nose, reaching in front of her to grab a tissue. These days she needed to keep tissues on her person for her small breakdowns.
“What’s the matter, honey? Did that bastard do anything to you?”
She chuckled. He always threatened Tiny whenever he called. It was funny even though she didn’t doubt for a minute that Ned would hurt Tiny if she asked. Her father was very protective of her, and she didn’t mind. It was nice having a man worry about her.
“No, I don’t want you to hurt him. It’s just this shit with Gonzalez. I don’t know, it’s all getting to me, you know?”
Ned sighed over the line. “It’s a shit situation we’re all in.”
“I’m scared.” She’d never in all of her years ever admitted to being scared before. This was a first. Being around a father who controlled a bunch of fighters, she had found it hard to be afraid of anything. She was finding it a lot easier now to be scared.
“Baby, honey, you’ve got to be strong. Talk to Tiny. I hate his f**king guts, but I also respect him. There’s no one else I’d trust with your safety than that man.”
Wiping the tears that had fallen, she smiled. “I know.”
“He loves you.”
“I know. It’s not him I’m worried about. What’s going to happen? I don’t know what I’ll do without him, Dad.”