Lucky set down his end of the new table that Train had helped him carry into the clubhouse. “Who let you in?”

 “I did.” Shade came in the door behind him, carrying a chair in each hand.

 “Move,” Viper ordered Dustin, packing in two more.

 Lucky had been dodging Dustin. He had liked life better before he had found out about Willa’s money. It was becoming a pain in his ass since Dustin had become his accountant, and Willa had decided that he needed to save more money.

 She never approached him directly, sending Dustin to do her dirty work. When he had told Dustin to pay for a load of lumber so a delivery date could be set up, Willa had Dustin try to talk him into waiting until she could do a price comparison. It was only when he had threatened to go with a more expensive wood that she had backed off.

 Rider came in, packing a box containing the new crockpot.

 “I thought you were helping Razer.”

 “Nope, he had it.” Rider set the box down like it weighed fifty fucking pounds while Razer came in, struggling under the weight of the middle section of the new table.

 Lucky sprang forward, helping him before he dropped it.

 Razer bent over, putting his hands on his thighs and panting for breath. “I’m going to kick that fucker’s ass as soon as I can catch my breath.”

 “I have a question: why didn’t you just pack it around on the path instead of up all those steps?” Dustin snickered at their expressions. “You all are a bunch of dumb fucks.”

 Lucky placed a hand on Shade’s chest, holding him back.

 “What do you want, Dustin?”

 “I wanted to pick up your receipts from the donation you made for the football field. Diamond also asked me to drop off the latest copy of Willa’s new will.” He set his briefcase on the table, opening it to pull out a thick sheath of papers. “Diamond said she wished you would quit pissing Willa off. This is the fourth time she’s had to change it since you’ve been married. Personally, I would have told her to stop after the third time.”

 “I’ll tell Willa you said that,” Lucky said, glancing through the papers absently, not really giving a flip who she gave her money to.

 Dustin lost the cocky expression on his face. “I meant that she should take her time to come to a decision she’ll be happy with. That way, she wouldn’t need to make as many changes.” Dustin nodded, trying to cover his ass. “It’ll save her the money she has to pay Diamond to change it each time.” Seeing Lucky wasn’t buying his bullshit, Dustin pointed at the paperwork. “Diamond said to explain that Willa took down the amount she was leaving you to fifty percent.” Dustin couldn’t hide his satisfaction at that change.

 “She didn’t take my inheritance down because she was pissed; it was because she admitted she wants four children.” Lucky gave him a gloating grin. “I told her I would be happy to give her as many kids as she wanted.”

 Dustin’s crestfallen expression had Lucky chuckling as he tossed the papers on the table. “You can pass on the bad news to Diamond, though. She’ll probably call her tonight and change it again. Willa’s pissed at a lot of people right now.”

 “Dammit, I knew when she told me that you two were getting married, and she had drawn up a will, that she should do a prenup, too, but she refused.”

  “We’re not getting divorced.” Lucky frowned. “Wait a minute, when did Willa draw up her first will? I thought she’s been doing this for years. She’s had control of her money since her parents’ deaths.”

 Dustin looked back through the paperwork. “She called me the day after you became engaged to tell me she was having the will drawn up.” Dustin pointed to the date on Willa’s original will.

 Lucky gripped the table, staring down at the legal document. Willa didn’t want to leave this world without leaving everyone left behind something to remember her by.

 “Lucky?” Viper placed his hand on his arm.

 “I told her about Bridge the night before.”

 “Who’s Bridge?” Dustin stiffened, his face becoming concerned at Lucky’s tormented expression.

 “A man who promised to kill the woman I fell in love with.”

 “What the fuck!”

 “She doesn’t know. She thinks she’s going to die. All these weeks, she’s been living with this fear, and she never said one word, never asked me. She doesn’t know.”

 “Know what?” Dustin asked, staring at the group of silent men.

 “That I’ve been protecting her. I never left her safety to chance.”

 “Who’s been protecting her?”

 Lucky was about to answer Dustin’s question when his cell phone rang. After he answered it with a curt hello, Lucky’s face paled at the voice giving him instructions.

 “We’re on our way.” Lucky disconnected the call. “Tell the brothers to get their weapons. Alec called; Willa took off in her van.”

 “Who in the hell is Alec?”

 “Willa’s bodyguard,” Lucky answered, running to his room where he unlocked the bottom of his nightstand and pulled out his service revolver then ran outside.

 Lucky didn’t question how Shade had beaten him to the parking lot as he saw him jumping into the back of Rider’s truck. Lucky climbed on his bike as the other brothers arrived.

 “Where are we heading?”

 “Lookout Mountain. Dustin, call Knox and tell him to get there.”

 The motorcycles were roaring out of the parking lot before Dustin could get his cell phone out.

 Lucky had taken every precaution with Willa’s safety, but he had been prepared for Bridge to try to snatch Willa, not for Willa to make it easy on the bastard and deliver herself to him. It didn’t matter, though. Lucky wasn’t going to take another chance with Willa’s safety. The time had come to end Bridge’s vendetta. One way or another, either Bridge or Lucky wasn’t going to live to see another day.

Chapter 33

 “You know who I am?”

 Willa watched cautiously as Bridge walked closer to her.

 “Yes, Lucky told me that you hated him, that you wanted to hurt him by taking away someone he loves.”

 “Like he took my brother.”

 “Lucky tried to save your brother.”

 “Shut up. You don’t know anything about what happened to my brother.”

 “I know what Shade told me.”

 “Shade? That cold bastard doesn’t know what it’s like to lose someone he loves.”

 Willa didn’t know enough about Shade to give an opinion, so she remained silent, turning her attention back to Sissy. “Are you all right? Did he hurt you?”

 Sissy stood up gracefully. “Why would Bridge hurt me? I’ve been living with him.”

 Willa threw a disgusted look at the man who appeared to be Shade’s age.

 “Don’t get your panties in a twist. I don’t do kids. Besides, she doesn’t have enough tits for my taste. You, on the other hand … If I had time, I could show you what Lucky only wishes he had.”