They had so much of their father in them.
Her lids drifted fully closed.
And her last thought before she passed out was that she would never meet Playboy.
Tack
One hour, fifteen minutes later . . .
He swallowed the moan of her orgasm down his throat as he felt it throb around his cock.
Tack kept her head turned with his hand at her jaw as he took his finger from her clit but thrust inside from behind in the spoon, whispering against Red’s lips, “Love you, baby.”
“Love you, Kane,” she breathed.
He felt his lips smile.
Then he growled against her mouth as his cock exploded.
He kissed her gentle as he came down, his cock buried.
When he broke the kiss and opened his eyes, he was looking into hers. “Clean up?”
“I’ll do it, honey. You’ve had a long day. Pass out.”
She lifted her head to press her lips to his and he pulled out.
She rolled in his arms so they were front to front, shoved close, stroked his jaw, tugged at the long whiskers at the end of his goatee, gave him the squinty eyes of a soft smile, then she rolled away and he watched her bare, curvy ass stroll to the bathroom.
He fell to his back. Bent his head forward to relieve the tension at the back of his neck. Dropped it to the pillows.
His phone clattered on the nightstand with its vibration.
His eyes went to the bathroom as he grunted, “Jesus fucking Christ.”
He nabbed his phone, checked the screen, and saw he had a video text from Naomi.
His innards seized.
He sat up, swiping, pulled up the video, watched three seconds, and stopped it.
Cole.
Tabitha.
His phone vibrated in his hand.
He looked down.
Another text.
An address.
And the words: Alone. Now.
Another text: One single brother, she’s dead.
Cole.
Tabitha.
That was how it was going to be?
That was how it was going to be.
Not another brother would die.
Not another brother.
They’d lost one on Tack’s watch.
Resurrection had lost one to Chew’s shit.
This was going to get done.
Tonight.
He angled off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
He looked up at Tyra standing in the bathroom door as he pulled up his shorts. “Back out, baby. It’ll be a while. Be back soon.”
She looked to the bedroom door and back to him as he tugged up his jeans. “Is a brother coming up to get you?”
“Meetin’ ’em down in the city,” he lied.
He yanked on his tee he’d taken off half an hour ago, walked to her, grabbed her by the front of her neck and she stood solid, staring at him with big eyes.
“It’s over. Tonight,” he declared. “I love you. And I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Kane—”
“You love me?”
“Yes.”
“You trust me?”
“Yes.”
He pulled her to him gently, using her throat, and he took her mouth.
She gave it.
He went at her hard.
She allowed him.
Then he let her go and tore off his shirt.
He handed it to her.
Her hand was shaking when she took it and put it on.
That would soon be over for her.
That fear.
It would soon be over for all of them.
He got a fresh tee, pulled it on, his socks and boots, and stalked to the door.
“Tack,” Tyra called.
He twisted to her.
“Come back to me,” she whispered.
He stared right in his wife’s eyes.
“Absolutely.”
He left the room.
Grabbed his cut.
And he was gone.
Rush
Twenty minutes later . . .
The call came first.
Rush opened his eyes.
He was in Rebel’s bed.
They were naked.
After what happened that night, coming home to a quick, rough, awesome fuck, they’d passed out.
He reached over his head to get his phone from the little ledge under the window there.
Rebel’s head lifted.
He looked at the screen.
It was Ty-Ty.
Middle of the night call from his stepmom.
Shit.
He took the call as Rebel scooted up his body.
“Hey, Tyra.”
“Your father is gonna kill me.”
Not shit.
Shit.
He sat up, taking Rebel with him.
“What?” he barked.
“He left,” she said fast, and a chill crept into Rush’s bones because since his father told him he wanted Rush to take over, he didn’t do dick without Rush. “I don’t know why. He took off. He did it fast. He lied to me about meeting a brother in the city. And he told me it was over tonight.”
“Goddammit,” Rush growled, pushing from Rebel and throwing back the covers.
“I don’t know where he went. I don’t know anything.”
“I’m on it.”
“Rush.”
He stilled, standing by the bed, hearing Rebel scurrying out, just because Tyra’s tone held so much fear, and he felt that fear shrivel his insides.
“I’m on it, Ty-Ty,” he whispered. “Promise. Believe me?”
He hoped like fuck he didn’t just lie.
“Yes, honey,” she whispered back.
“You’ll see him soon.”
He hoped like fuck that wasn’t a lie either.
“Okay. Later, Cole.”
She never used that name.
She used it now for a reason.
He was now not a Chaos brother.
He was his father’s son.
“’Bye, Ty-Ty,” he said gently.
Then he hung up.
“What?” Rebel asked, already in her weird see-through robe with nothing on underneath, but holding it closed with a hand at the front.
With her other hand, she was offering him his jeans.
He took them and tossed his phone to her.
“Code thirteen twelve, call Hop first. Then High,” he ordered and tugged them on. “Tell them Dad’s taken off and find out if he’s called them.”
She bent her head immediately to it.
The loud knock on the front door came second.
Both their heads whipped that way.
“Get dressed,” he growled, bending to snatch up his tee.
He pulled it on.
Another knock came.
Louder.
He reached across the bed to the ledge to get his gun.
Safety off, he stalked to the door.
She hadn’t had a peephole.
When they put in her security, she got a covered one that worked with her door.
He did not put his face to that fucker.
He stood with his back to the side of the door and shouted, “Who is it?”
“Core!” was shouted back. “Tack’s comin’ down the mountain! Beck’s following him. No other brothers we were watching mobilized. Including you. Something’s going down. Let’s go!”
Jesus, shit.
Thank God.
Throttle was following him.
They’d probably heard about Snap.
Headed out.
Covered Chaos.
Jesus, shit.
Thank God.
He looked out the peephole, saw Core standing there glaring at the door, no one behind that Rush could see. He hit the security code, unlocked and opened the door.
“Gotta get my boots on,” he said after scanning behind him. “Be out, one minute.”
He walked back into the bedroom to see Rebel now in a little nightie and the robe thing.
She was holding out his phone.
“It’s High.”
He nabbed it. “High?”
“What the fuck is goin’ on?”
“Dad left the house. You get word?”
“No.”
“Make the rounds. Find out if he’s talked to anyone. Core’s here. Throttle’s on dad. We’re gonna be on Throttle.”
“Rush—”
“I’ll keep in contact.”
He hung up on a shouted, “Ru—!”
“Rush,” Rebel whispered.
“You’re going to Essence’s. You’re taking my extra gun. And you are staying awake with the gun close and your phone in your hand.”