Free Broken Memphis by Bijou Hunter Page B

neither cold or hot anymore. Looking at Lula keeps my thoughts from veering back to Pax and his lips on mine. I doze off imagining Christmas shopping rather than Pax's bed.
    An hour later, he joins us in bed. I wake just enough to feel him pulling the covers over himself. I think I hear Folgers in the room too. We're all together again, and I let myself pretend this is how we'll always be.

14
    Pax
    Who Did What Now?
    My bad dream isn't anything as dramatic as the massacre of my brother and friends. I only dream of losing Bebe in a card game to Madden, who slimes her up with his rich boy cooties. By the time I get her back, she's ruined.
    When I wake up, Bebe is still perfect. I watch her and Lula sleep with matching expressions on their faces. In fact, I can almost forget that Wolfman helped create the child next to me. She's nothing like her old man. Not hairy or nasty or mean. She wouldn't steal from old ladies, beat up women, or pimp out little kids. Lula is an angel, and I plan to keep her that way even if I spend the rest of my life burying people who threaten her innocence.
    I'm so focused on thoughts of killing high school boys that I don't notice Bebe's awake and watching me. Her eyes are amused. I glare at her for mentally laughing at me. She smiles at my anger then reaches over and pokes me in the gut. I look down at her hand and think it needs to be just a few inches lower.
    Bebe doesn't need me to say the words. She sees where my gaze goes and rolls her eyes. We remain in bed, watching each other. Occasionally, I reach over and cop a feel of her left tit. The nipple is hard, so I know it likes the attention.
    Bebe doesn't react when I touch her. She waits until my hand leaves then reaches over and flicks my chin. We do this about a dozen times before Lula wakes up to throw more cold water on the flirting.
    "You had a bad dream," she says to me, sitting up.
    "I dreamed I hugged your mom and she gave me cooties."
    Lula laughs then crawls out of the bed to use the bathroom. Bebe goes with her, and Folgers follows close behind. I remain in bed for a while longer. Ford plowed many chicks in this room. This visual grosses me out enough to force me from the bed. I take my gun and walk downstairs to my level.
    I want to have breakfast with the girls, but they've already promised to spend the day with Darby and Shay. Once they leave, I lounge for a few hours then join Ford at the shooting range. We're just wasting time until the secret meeting with Madden.
    The elementary school is a dump and has been for a long time. Ford and I attended it for a few months during Mom's drug-free period. This was long before a rat problem caused the school to temporary close. Years later, the school remains shut down to deal with the hairy fuckers.
    I don't spot Madden's Harley when we arrive, but he's already inside. We find him in an old kindergarten class. Lucky and Taco walk in first, looking for trouble. Joker and Bull enter next, with Ford and me keeping an eye on the hallway.
    "Dad's put killing you on the back burner for the next few weeks," Madden tells Joker. "I convinced him this Taz thing could create a nice distraction. When he takes you out, the club can point the finger at the growing chaos in Little Memphis."
    If Joker minds hearing about his impending death, he doesn't show it. Standing at the doorway, I size up Madden again. His darker skin is something he got from his Mexican mom. He's pretty like her too, but the mean-ass look on his face is all Trigger. Makes me feel like I'm looking into the eyes of my enemy.
    "Where does Trigger think you are?" Joker asks, peering out of the dirty window.
    "Fucking a chick at the Meadow Brooks trailer parks."
    Ford passes me casually, giving my arm a nudge to tell me to stay focused. I want to smack him for thinking I'd daydream during a meeting with Trigger's kid.
    "Let's get on with it," Madden says, brushing his wavy bangs away from those pretty brown eyes. "I know who took out