Free Fury: Book 2 in the Vengeance MC series by Natasha Thomas Page B

keeps this up, I’ll be drooling down her cleavage in no time.
     
    “Well,” she ponders, frowning. “I don’t know if I can explain it, it’s more of a feeling than something he’s done.”
     
    “Try,” I urge, giving her a squeeze.
     
    “Fine, you bossy bastard,” she grumbles under her breath making me chuckle again. “I get that he’s here to visit Deke, but it’s like every time I turn around he’s watching me. When I’m at the clubhouse, he sits next to me even if it is clear that I'm having a personal conversation with one of the girls. I run to the store, he just happens to be there at the same time, every time. It’s as if he knows where I’m going to be at any given time of the day. Like I said, creepy.”
     
    Yeah, she’s not wrong. I’m not surprised Avery feels uncomfortable around him if this is the sort of shit he’s been up to. Fuck, I would be too and I haven’t just been a victim of an attack.
     
    “You’re right to be cautious, babe, and I’m not only saying that because of what you’ve been through recently,” I assure her. “Have you told anyone else about how you’re feeling? Boss, your dad, Sarge even?”
     
    Shaking her head gently side-to-side, she replies,
    “I mentioned it in passing to Diesel one of the few times I’ve seen him lately and he said he’d have a word with him, but other than him, I only told Blaine. She hasn’t been around him much but feels the same way. I was going to talk to Boss next week at the hog roast, though.”
     
    Looks like Boss isn’t the only one who’s going to be having a few words with his VP after all. If Avery told him she doesn’t feel safe around Lawson and Diesel didn’t do fuck all about it, you can bet your ass him and I are going to have a conversation. One that starts and ends with me planting my fist in his face.
     
    “Right,” I say placing a soft kiss on her temple. “You don’t need to worry about his creeper tendencies anymore, babe, I’ll sort him out and make sure he keeps his distance from now on.” Changing the subject, I ask, “What about your folks, they been down lately? Your sisters?”
     
    “No. The last time I saw Mom and Dad, they brought Neveah with them but that was, oh, gee, a month ago, maybe more. Dakota’s busy with Cody, so they haven’t made the trip for the last seven or eight weeks. Tucker, well you know him. He’s busy with whichever woman has offered to occupy his dick for the night, so it’s been, at least, three months since I’ve seen him. He promised to make the ride out next week, though, so that’s something.”
     
    Avery’s brother is a class-A fucking dick sometimes. I wish I could spend the time educating him on how important family is, but I have the feeling that it’d go in one ear and out the other with that boy.
     
    I get that he’s done it tough – his Mom was a scheming cunt who tried to pass him off as Saint’s kid when he absolutely was not, and in doing so almost irreparably destroyed a family – but that’s no excuse for him not making the time to come see his sister.
     
    For all intents and purposes, Saint and Tilly adopted Tucker after his Mom went AWOL. For the most part, her absence in his life wasn’t a bad thing – he was better off without her. However, since his Dad (the biological one) if you can call him that, struggled to find a way to connect with his kid, that left Tucker basically parentless, which would be why Saint and Tilly stepped up to raise him.
     
    Not that it changed a great deal. Avery, her older sister, Dakota, and their younger sister, Neveah already considered, Tucker, their brother, so it was simply a matter of him coming to live with them permanently. Which turned out to be a Godsend when Tilly miscarried her and Saint’s fourth child only months after he moved in.
     
    Tucker’s smart, funny, and would do anything to get a laugh which proved to be exactly what they needed. His humor and lightheartedness kept