Never Ever: Book One Perdition MC (15 page)

“Jesus. I’ll bring
Nasa
too. Be
there in ten.”

“Thanks. Sorry to impose,”

“Girly, I told you, you’re Perdition. No
sorries
.”

“Love you too, Top.”

Just like that, the gut churning laughter won over, because
he melted like ice cream on a hot day. He was still somewhat amused when he
told Roar to follow, informing him on the go that they were headed to the
police station. “I was hoping to get home, Top. Haven’t seen my woman in almost
two weeks.” He grunted, because it had been nine fuckin days. “She
ain’t
home. She’s at the station, in custody on assault
charges. Apparently you didn’t pick up the phone, so she called the compound.”
He’d never seen that mother fucker blow his stack so fast. And he’d thought the
boy had got it under control by the time they got to the cop shop, but the desk
sergeant who was such a sweetie, according to Ever, wouldn’t let them back to
see her because she was in interrogation. “Mother fucker, my wife asked for a
lawyer, and I’ve got one,” He hooked a furious thumb over his shoulder to where
Nasa was standing, looking around, rocking back on his heels and trying to
pretend that he was four feet tall and invisible, instead of nearly seven feet
of pure tattooed Scandinavian muscle. “So if my wife is in interrogation,
someone is infringing on her mother fuckin rights. Is that what you’re telling
me?”

He was kind of enjoying this, not having expected this kind
of excitement today, but was not amused when he saw two suits, two torn up and
dirty suits, sitting in the waiting room chairs. One with paper napkins shoved
up his very broken nose, a massive black eye forming on his left, a split lip,
one arm cradled over his ribs protectively, and a major sack of ice on his
balls. He was leaning his head back against the wall, the look on his face one
of total agony while he tried not to breathe very hard. If that was
Ever’s
handiwork…
Dayum
.

 The other one had ice on his wrist, a fat lip and blood
drying at the top of his hairline. He was guessing the one with the ice on his
balls was the ATF agent who was supposed to be dead, and he took a step to get
himself between those busted up dirty suits and his boy, before he saw them and
went to prison for murder. After a bit more ball
shakin
,
they were taken back to where Everly was calmly, pointedly ignoring the two
suits, one of whom looked a little more rumpled than the other, sitting across
from her, handcuffed to the desk and picking blood out from under her nails.

He thought he was going to have to peel his boy off the
ceiling when Everly looked up and smiled at him, and there was a very light
smear of blood under her nose from where she must have tried to wipe it away,
thereby hiding the evidence that she’d been hit hard enough to make her nose
bleed. “Hey baby, you’re home.” She greeted, like it was totally normal to be
cuffed to a desk, while Roar went off on the cops for handcuffing his pregnant
wife to a mother fuckin table. “Uh, I guess you didn’t see two of my federal
agents in the waiting room, or rather, what’s left of them after your pregnant
wife beat the shit out of them.”

Everly smiled a little sheepishly at Roar, like that look
would work on him right now, murmuring a thank you when he yanked his own keys
out of his pocket to unlock her cuffs and jerk her to her feet to check her
over for more injuries. She had dirt on her, from shoulder to ass. His
amusement had faded at the sight of the blood under her nose, but now he was
close to needing a peel off the ceiling himself. “Which one of them hit you?”
Roar snarled, and
Ever
rolled her lips under while she
appeared to think about it. “I don’t really remember. I um, kind of lost my
temper.”

“Kind of?” One of the suits guffawed incredulously, lifting a
remote to click on a video someone had shot from a cell phone of just how she
had “kind of” lost her temper.

Ever tugged on her bottom lip with her teeth, sitting there
all lady like while they watched the three suits approach her from behind with
one of her employees leading the way. She was smiling when she turned around,
but her expression melted into one of total fury when who he could only assume
was the ex, put his hands on her belly like he had right to touch her. She’d
cussed out several of the boys who’d touched her growing bump, and they knew
better not to touch without her invite. His eyebrows climbed up in his hair to
see her quick as a flash, circle her arms to get the dick’s hands off of her,
grab him behind the neck, drive her knee into his balls,
then
slam his face down on the same knee.

 Which explained his very broken nose. She kicked him in
the balls again when he went down. And he was back to warring with pride and
amusement, and total meltdown. Roar seemed to be having the same problem,
standing with one arm crossed over his chest, the other braced on top, his hand
covering his mouth. And maybe his smile.

The second agent tried to subdue her by wrapping his arms
around her from behind, his intent obviously to get her to stop whaling on the
ATF fucker, and she stomped on his instep, drove her elbow into his ribs and
after reaching back to grab him around the neck, used her hip to throw him to
the dirt like a sack of dirty drawers. He landed on the ATF fucker, and they
watched the third agent, who was unfortunately sitting across the table from
Ever, tackle her to the ground. He watched that happen, how the much larger son
of a bitch hit her like he was going for a defensive lineman tackle, and how
Everly dropped her weight to land on her ass just right to roll down and use
her legs to toss him in a perfectly executed
tomage
throw, over her head. Except for the part where the guy’s head made contact
with her face on the way over and bloodied her nose. “I think you get the
idea,” The dumbass who’d tackled her said, and turned off the video. “How long
ago was this?”
Nasa
asked, seeming to be the only cool
head in the room, and the agent who hadn’t been in the video, cleared his
throat. “Three hours.”

The tension in the room shot up another notch, and he thought
for a second he was going to have to tackle Roar to prevent Everly from getting
mixed up in the ass
kickin
about to happen in the
tiny room.
Nasa’s
voice was so cold that he was mildly
surprised ice didn’t form in the room. “You tackled, a pregnant woman to the
ground, and you’ve had her sitting here for three hours?” Ever wasn’t dumb, she
very quickly made it clear that the paramedics called to check on the other
agents had checked her over first and she was fine. “Who the fuck are you
people, and why did you send the ATF agent involved in the deaths of Mrs.
Morningstar’s family, to her place of business without warning?” Ever jumped a
little to be referred to as Mrs. Morningstar, but didn’t say anything to
contradict
Nasa
. “I’m Special Agent Granger with the
FBI, this is Special Agent
Fredricks
, my other agent
in the hall is
DeJohns
, and ATF Agent Jackson. I’m in
charge, and I realize now it wasn’t a good idea to send in a familiar face Miss
Taggart trusted to-“

And that was when Ever, ‘lost her temper’, a little bit more.

She slammed her hand down on the table and made Agent
Fredricks
flinch, “A familiar face I trusted? Until three
hours ago, that mother fucker was a Nazi gang member who had part in the murder
of my family, and my ex-fuckin fiancé. You thought him showing up in my nursery
was a good idea? Are you out of your god damn mind? Not a single fuckin one of
them identified themselves as law enforcement, no one flashed me a badge, that
asshole put his hands on me and ‘hey
babe’d
’ me like
we were best buddies. And helpful that you have a video, you’ll see my employee
Todd, right there to verify that fact. Your agent’s are lucky I wasn’t-”

Her sentence was muffled by the gentle hand
Nasa
put over her mouth, “Hush.” He told her, and she
huffed, crossed her arms over her chest and obeyed. But not before licking
Nasa’s
hand to get him to let go. “Your ex-fiancé, is
sitting out in the waiting room right now?” Roar growled, and after shooting
Nasa
a look, she nodded silently.  “You two, clear the
room while I talk with my clients. And yes, I’m a fuckin lawyer.”
Nasa
growled, and with a huff both agents got up to leave.
Roar stopped
Fredricks
dead with a look. “You, stay
the fuck out. I see you again, I don’t give a fuck who you are or what your
badge says, I will fuck you up.” He didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t get in
the other guy’s face, and he didn’t have to. He scared the fucker shitless in
two sentences. FBI, ha! Must just be giving away those badges these days.

The second the door shut behind the agents, Roar pulled her out
of the chair and up into his arms, curving himself around her with a hard
swallow. She sighed as the smell of him permeated her senses, the strength and
heat of him surrounding her while he palmed her head and touched a kiss to her
throat. “I’m okay,” She told him, and he made a hissing sound when he drew back
far enough to look at her face, his expression thunderous and seriously pissed
off. “How many times did you kick that fucker in the balls?” Not the question
she was expecting him to ask, but okay. “Um, I lost count. Five, maybe six
times?”

“Jesus.” He rasped, “Who taught you how to fight like that?”

“My father.”

“Figures.” He grunted, then tucked her back to his chest and
held her there like he was considering never letting her go again. “After you
pop out that kid, you want a job?” Top asked teasingly, and Roar snarled at
him. “What? That was the sickest thing I’ve ever seen, a pregnant woman,
beating up three trained federal agents in under five minutes.”

Which brought Roar to the lecturing portion of the days fun
fest, ranting at her that she was pregnant, and could not be kicking some
mother fucker’s ass, “Risking herself and their son like that,” and while it
hit her in the feels, the concern behind his bellowing, she gave it right back.
“What, I was supposed to let Jack-off touch me and sweet talk me like we were
still an item? I don’t fuckin think so!”

“Everly, so help me god, you ever do something like that
again,”

“Don’t you threaten me, I am not above
kickin
you in the balls either!”

“Children, settle down now, okay?”

They both rounded on
Nasa
, but it
was hard to intimidate a guy that large. She hadn’t seen him standing up much,
and she hadn’t realized until then just how massive a man he really was. Just a
big fucker, that looked even more like a Viking than Roar did. Shaggy ice
blonde hair, blue eyes, jaw like an anvil and tattoos up and down his arms that
looked like armor. He definitely did not look like a lawyer, or a computer
geek. He looked like a shit hot bad ass who’d crush your skull with one of his
mammoth sized hands. “They tell you why they’d suddenly shown up at your place
yet?” She shook her head, and he gave a grunt, glancing at Top for orders. “Can
you make it through the next however long this takes, without us having to peel
you off the ceiling?” Top asked her, definitely amused, but still pissed as
fuck. “Do my best.”

“Good. They
gonna
have anything on
you we need to know about?”

She thought about it and shook her head, “Not that I’m aware
of. I wasn’t involved with dad’s business, at all. I knew where the safe houses
were, obviously, and I took the cash hidden away like he told me to, but I
didn’t break any laws that I’m aware of.” He nodded, then lifted his chin at
Roar, “You
gonna
be cool when they start bringing up
her history with an undercover agent?”

“No, but I’ll deal. When did you eat last?”

She looked up at him, at his gorgeous face that she’d missed
for nine whole days, and took a minute to roll up on her toes to touch a kiss
to his amazing mouth. “Breakfast.” He scowled at her, but kissed her again and
whipped his phone out to tell one of the prospects to go get her something from
the R-Bar, didn’t care what so long as there were sweet potato fries and extra
ranch and nothing with onions. Right then, that’s when she knew she was ass
over ears in love with him. Because he remembered that she liked extra ranch,
with her sweet potato fries, and didn’t like onions. He sat down with her in
his lap so
Nasa
could sit next to them, and when only
Agent Granger came back inside, Top took the third chair. Agent Granger asked
Top who he was, and after identifying himself, Agent Granger grunted. “Saves me
a trip later, Miss Taggart,”

“Morningstar,” Roar corrected tightly, though it wasn’t
actually legit and he hadn’t asked so she could say yes. It made her snuggle
more comfortably on his lap, comforted by the leather and smoke smell of his
cut against her cheek. “Right, Mrs. Morningstar, in exchange for your
cooperation, my agents and Agent Jackson are willing to drop the assault
charges.”