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It was dark and the house was quiet when Thorn pushed the door open and stepped in. The click of fingernails on tile announced Roscoe’s approach, and Thorn groaned as he knelt to rub noses with the big dog and talk to him. A light switch clicked on, and Thorn blinked at the sudden brightness and looked up to see Lucky standing there, yawning sleepily.
“You’re home,” Lucky stated, eyes widening a bit as they settled on Thorn’s face.
Thorn knew what he saw there, he’d seen it himself in the mirrors of his bike. His lip was busted and there was a bright bruise on his cheek, not to mention his knee hurt like hell from where some bastard had kicked him. “
Yeah, guess I am,” Thorn replied.
“He was worried,” Lucky explained as he headed to the kitchen.
Thorn wanted to ask if Lucky had been worried, but he decided not to push the issue after Lucky returned with ice wrapped in a dishtowel and handed it to him.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Lucky said softly, then backed away, returning to the living room.
Thorn could hear the muffled sounds of Lucky waking Cain, and knew the exact moment when he realized what Lucky was saying because suddenly Cain was calling out his name and vaulting over the back of the couch to reach him. Thorn found himself on the receiving end of a bone-crushing hug that brought another groan from him.
“Can’t breathe,” he gasped, finally prompting Cain to ease up and back away.
Cain reached out and touched Thorn’s cheek near the bruise and Thorn let out a hiss.
“Damn,” Cain muttered.
“That about sums it up. It looks worse than it is, those bastards won’t be jumping anyone else for a while.”
“Wish I’d been there to see that.”
“I’m glad you weren’t. I’d have been distracted, trying to keep one eye on you, especially when some idiot whipped a knife out.”
“How’d that go for him?”
“Got his wrist broke, shoulder dislocated and stabbed in the leg with his own blade. Could have been worse, but we weren’t out to kill ‘em just out to remind them not to fuck with us or anyone under our protection ever again.”
Over Cain’s shoulder, Thorn could see Lucky lingering as if he wanted to join them, but wasn’t sure of what his welcome would be. As soon as he caught sight of Thorn watching him though, he ducked his head and headed for his room, disappearing behind the door.
“Dammit,” Thorn muttered beneath his breath.
“What was that?” Cain asked as he took the ice from Thorn and went about tending the bruises himself.
“Nothing.” Taking Cain’s hand, Thorn led him upstairs to their bedroom.
“So was Santiago there?”
“Yeah, he and I had a nice chat before the fists started flying.”
“And…” “And he knows someone from the club is wreck diving that site and is convinced it’s you. Kept on claiming that we were costing him and his business partner a ton of money and he wanted it stopped. He wanted the artifacts back that were taken from the site and the coins too, or the price we got for selling them. I’m not sure I beat it into his head that it wasn’t you, but I gave it my best. He’ll be wearing my boot print on the side of his face for the next few weeks.”
“Did you tell him it was Simon?”
“Hell no, even if Mark kicked him outta the club we ain’t gonna rat him out, but Santiago said there’s been rumors from several sources that a guy in our kutte has been the one selling coins and silver from the wreck. I guess some of the pieces match those in the catalog at the museum, so they know which ship it’s from. Guess Christian is feeding him all of the particulars he needs to ferret out whose doing it.”
“Which means he isn’t likely to just let it drop,” Cain pointed out.
“There is that, I think Blaine needs to go back in there and take a closer look. Maybe we can rattle a few cages of our own if we can get proof those museum pieces aren’t real.”
“Maybe it’s time I called Simon, see if he’s still working that site.”
“No, I don’t want you sticking your nose into it. If he calls you, fine, get the information like Mark said, but I won’t have you reaching out to him. If things go south, you could end up getting thrown under the bus again.”
“Right now the only thing I want to be under is you.”
Thorn chuckled, low and throaty. “I can work with that.
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