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“Fuck no.”

“Then, why did you ask?”

“Tryin’ to see if you’re fuckin’ serious ‘bout my girl or you’re just usin’ her.”

He was trying his best to be respectful since he was a fellow MC brother and more importantly, Vi’s father, but if push came to shove, all bets were off.

“And if I say I’m serious?”

Diesel sucked on his teeth as his gaze sliced over to the house before landing back on him. “If she’s gonna make a choice, guess she didn’t make the worst fuckin’ one.”

Reaper wasn’t sure if that was an insult or a compliment.

Diesel turned toward the grill, but not before saying, “Now get gone before I do somethin’ that’ll get me in the fuckin’ doghouse when we don’t even got a goddamn dog.”

Reaper was damn sure the man had done plenty in the past to warrant that and would continue to.

As he turned to head back inside, he caught Jewel and Vi standing at the doors being nosy. They both scattered when he caught them.

He jerked open the door and stepped inside.

Jewel shot him a big smile. “You did good.”

Reaper strode directly over to Vi, leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I hate you right now.”

She whispered back, “I promise to make it up to you later.”

“You sure fucking will.”

With a smile, she offered him the open beer bottle she had in her hand. “That’s cute that you think I’m not going to enjoy it.”

Yeah, he needed his fucking head examined.

The rest of the night hadn’t been any more normal. After surviving dinner, they had stayed long enough to watch a movie.

With fucking popcorn and everything.

While Vi relaxed cuddled up to him on the couch, Reaper was far from comfortable since Diesel had kept his eyes on them the whole time instead of the movie.

Reaper normally didn’t scare easily, but, damn, his sphincter had been tight all the way to the ending credits.

Then with his encouragement—which was Reaper practically shoving Vi out the door—they made a hasty exit. But not until after Jewel gave both of them hugs and Vi’s mom whispered into his ear, “He likes you.”

If that was what it was like to be “liked” by Diesel, he’d hate to be disliked by him.

Even so, the steak had been grilled perfectly, he was still breathing and not currently in traction or a coma. Of course, once they got back to his cabin, he had “punished” Vi in a way they both enjoyed.

It would be interesting to see what Diesel did or had to say when they ran into each other at Church or on the next run now that he knew the truth.

He was jerked from his thoughts when Indie strode into Badass Central wearing her typical tactical pants, a snug black tank top, a pair of shitkickers, and a knife sheathed at her hip.

She probably had a small gun tucked into her boot, too.

Vi’s younger sister rarely wore a stitch of makeup and usually kept her dark hair up in either a ponytail or French braid to keep it out of her face.

How she dressed was hardly a turnoff since Vi dressed similarly when working.

Why the fuck couldn’t he be attracted to sweet, demure women?