Body Checking (Men of Havoc #3)

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WE LAY in bed after our romp against the wall and a little snack. I was utterly exhausted and I think she was too after that thrilling session. We crawled into bed, me completely nude because one, I don’t wear underwear and two, in my rush to get to Maren I left my luggage for Santos to take care of.

Maren snores softly against my chest and I play with her hair. As tired as my body is, my brain won’t let me sleep. All I keep hearing is Bryn telling me what those women said to and about Maren. Then I remember that one of those bitches is dating her ex douche bag boyfriend. I run various names through my head until it hits me.

Walker.

I have nothing else but a first name and no idea of how to find him. I want to track this fucker down and rip every limb from his body and beat him with them. I wonder if I can make friends with an investigator or police officer who’d be willing to help me find this guy .

I make a list of ways to find him and then, like lighting flashing in a dark sky, an idea lights me up. My plan will have to wait until tomorrow, so I go to sleep with a smile on my face and my girl in my arms.

“I need to stop by Santos’ house to grab my suitcase and then hustle my ass to the arena. You’re coming tonight, right?” I ask Maren while I wrap my arms around her back and squeeze her to my chest as she makes us coffee in our matching mugs.

“Yes. I’ll be there. I have a lot to catch up on because I kind of let my work go over the past few days while I was playing pouty baby and feeling sorry for myself.”

She mixes in a few pumps of hazelnut syrup in her cup and then pours one packet of sweetener into mine. The creamer she uses that is somehow made from oats gets poured into her mug.

“Give me a little of that.” I point my chin at the creamer in her hand and she tips the bottle over, adding a smidge of it. “I don’t want to see or hear anymore nonsense from you. Got it? ”

I push her hair aside and kiss her neck, and she tenses and giggles.

“Got it.” She hands me my mug and I take a tentative sip of the scolding liquid and moan.

“You know,” I tell her and pull her to the couch where she sits, her legs tucked underneath her and me right by her side. “Maybe you should give me Sasha’s number. I just about had a heart attack when I couldn’t reach you. All I wanted to know was that you were okay. Even if you didn’t want to talk to me, I just needed some reassurance that you were safe and healthy.”

She looks at me with an apology in her eyes. I know she feels bad for how she handled things, but to an extent I understand.

“I’m really sorry, Cade. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“It’s okay, Sweetheart. Just please, don’t ever freak me out like that again. Which is why I’d really like Sasha’s number. Peace of mind, you know?”

She nods with a sad smile, grabs her phone and pulls up Sasha’s contact information, then holds her phone to mine until it is transferred to me.

We finish our coffee, talking about what she has to do today, and when it’s time to leave I kiss her like I may never see her again. That’s just how much I need her in my life .

I get into my truck and crank the engine and before I drive off, I touch Sasha’s name on my phone and it begins to ring. The sound is amplified in my truck and I wait for her to answer.

“If this is a fucking telemarketer, I don’t need new car insurance, I’m happy with my cable provider, and I can’t afford to donate to whatever organization you are calling from.” Her voice is curt and unfriendly, at best.

“Sasha. It’s Cade. I’m not selling anything. Just wondering if you have a few moments to talk.”

The line goes silent and then she says, “I’m listening.”

With a huff I tell her, “Is there any way you can get me Walker Fuck Face’s number or, preferably, his address?”

“Walker Rosemead? Maren’s ex?”

“That’s the one. His girlfriend was the bitch that was saying shit to Maren at the bar that night, right?”

“Sure was. That trash shoot was running her mouth and I just wanted to yank all her stupid hair out. But of course, Swiss Miss wouldn’t let me.”

I chuckle remembering Maren’s user name. The one I saw the very first time I laid eyes on her.

“Yeah, well I am going to do something about it and that’s why I need your help getting this for me.”

“Count me the fuck in. Anything that has to do with getting revenge on that prick is number one on my list. ”

I talk a little about what I plan to do, though it’s nothing like the embezzlement accusations she suggested, and she tells me the information is filed away in her ‘Assholes who deserve jail time’ folder, and she’ll send it to me soon.

I make a note to never piss off Sasha because I really enjoy my life as a free man. Plus, prison orange is really not my color. It clashes with my red hair.

We hang up and I pull up to my house just as the text comes through with Walker’s phone number, home and work address, credit score and his criminal record. Or rather, lack of. I gulp back the enormous fear that tiny woman puts in me.