Sunshine whistles, impressed. “That’s quite the mess, sir. I’ll put you on the calendar. Thank you for doing business with Sunshine's cleaning service.”
The call disconnects, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Puttin’meon the calendarmeans Sunshine has time to take care of this issue ASAP. He would have given me the standard brush-off if he didn't have an opening, and I’d be stuck calling someone else. Trust me, you don’t wanna call anybody else, which is why Bear, our Texas president, reached out for a favor. Sunshine and I go way back. Bear needs the best of the best, and I’m just the man to get it for him.
All our Sacred Sinner cleaners are nomads, and most of ‘em work under Sunshine. They join the club and clean up our fuckin’ messes. We couldn’t operate as smoothly or under the radar without them. Sunshine’s top tier. Been with the club for decades and has lots of experience. If you need a deep clean, he’s your man.
Dropping a text to Gunz, I ask him to send the coordinates to Sunshine as I pace around the plushy statue-thing Sugar Tits bought for our kid's birthday.
An unbirthday party.
I snort.
Who the hell has unbirthdays?
Then again, this is straight up my fault.
I got Bink intoAlice in Wonderlandwhen she was little. Of course, she’d wanna carry over the tradition to our daughter.
“It’s kinda ugly,” Bulk sings as he exits the kitchen’s swinging door, carrying a sandwich and a bag of chips under his arm before he drops onto the nearby couch.
Glaring at the offending statue, I flick the caterpillar's forehead. “I don’t know how thisthingtranslates to havin’ a small party. This had to have cost a fortune, right?”
“Jez’s had that in our garage for the past month,” Bulk explains.
“Fuck.” I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. “Those women are devious.”
“They are, but they’re hot.”
“Yeah. Bink’s lucky I adore her fine ass.”
Bulk nods once in agreement. “Just you wait. I saw the totes in Gunz’s garage. Kit’s got a stash of shit in there, too. Not for Christmas, either. Pretty sure a giant purple-and-pink cat head matches this theme. Yeah?” Bulk takes a big bite of his sandwich, chews for a beat, then talks with his mouthful. “How ya gonna deal with this, Prez?”
Fuck if I know.
How would you deal with this?
Light it on fire?
It’d make good kindling.
Knowing I’d be here, my old lady saunters her sexy fuckin’ ass into the room as if I’m not standing next to her recent purchase that, from the ground to the top of the caterpillar's head, reaches my shoulder—which means it’s as tall as her, if not taller.
And if Bulk’s here…
“Did you deliver this?” I accuse my brother. ‘Cause there’s no way any of the sisters got this in here by themselves, and their normal go-to brother who plays into their scheming bullshit happens to be at Jade’s… which only leaves…
Shrugging as if it’s no biggy, Bulk’s lips split into a wide, full-of-bread smile.
What does my old lady do?
Blonde hair swaying as she walks, Bink leans over the couch arm and plants a loud smooch on Bulk’s cheek. The fucker blushes ten shades of oh-shit as I growl at my womantouching another man, even if it’s as a thank you for his involvement in their sisterly games.
When she’s done pissing me off, the siren swings a dick-hardening smile my way—in obvious challenge. Oh, she wants to play.
“Sugar Tits,” I grate.
“Big.” Bink hitches her ass on the couch arm and stares me down like she’s waiting for me to acknowledge the statue I’m standing beside and give her hell for it.
Oh. No. No. No, I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Not at all. Let her win? I think not. She wins far too much as is.
