"We're on babysitting duty," Taza announced as he and Lili arrived at the clubhouse early the next morning.

"Everything okay?" Coco asked with intensity as he looked from Taza to Lili.

"Mommy and Daddy got MARRIED!" Lili shouted excitedly, clapping her hands and wearing a bright smile that matched her mother's.

"What?" Gilly asked with a sharp chuckle. "Bish and Tash?"

Taza nodded, "It's been a long time coming, just never spoken of."

"You're gonna be a big sister soon, munequita," Angel said playfully.

"Don't get her hopes up," EZ chided. "Your mom and dad are just celebrating."

"Like me! I get to celebrate with my tios!"

Angel and Coco grimaced, their minds always in the gutter, but Lili went on happily without noticing their expressions.

"He didn't tell us?" Riz said with confusion.

"I'm mad he didn't invite us," Creeper said with a throaty laugh. "Always looking for a reason to party."

"Oh, there'll be a party," Taza said confidently. "First we gotta deal with our White Power mess."

"I can't wait," Coco hissed.

"That why they did it?" EZ asked with concern. "Something feels off about this, heavy," he shook his head. "Can't really describe it."

"We gotta go," Hank suddenly announced as he burst into the clubhouse. "Sheriff's tearing up the kennel, says they have a warrant."

"Fuck," Creeper growled.

"Who's gonna stay with the kid?" Angel asked quietly.

Taza and Hank looked at Chucky then at each other before the former spoke. "What do you think?"

"Don't have a choice," Hank grumbled. "Prospect could help," he said, tapping his temple.

"I'll stay," Gilly piped up. "My wrist is still fucking stiff from the other night. I'll stay and keep an eye on them."

"Good," Taza said somberly. Bending to Lili's eye level, he put a hand on her shoulder. "Celebration is going to have to wait."

Lili groaned and whinnied but didn't put up a fight. "Fine."

"Stay with Gilly and Chucky," Taza said sternly. "Listen to them, Lil."

"Lock up when we leave," Hank said to Chucky, "And don't fuck this up."

Chucky nodded. "I will protect her with my life."

"Not gonna be necessary, man," Gilly said lightheartedly. "Lil, what do you want to do?"

Lili looked at them mischievously and within minutes had Gilly's phone, a bottle of soda and some chips.

"That was easy," Chucky laughed. "The three things you know Bishop and Natasha would be made about."

"Think they got more shit on their minds," Gilly sighed. "Go lock that gate. I don't want to have to kill anyone today."

—

"I can't believe we did it," Natasha said sleepily. "I knew when we first met you were it, just don't think I was ready."

"I was ready," he admitted. "Shit, you scared me, Tash. If I had the balls I would have tried to nail it down back then."

"Good thing you didn't," she said, stretching her arms up over her head. "We never would have gotten far enough to have Lili if you did."

"Tash," he said as she tiptoed toward the bathroom. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said with a sweet smile.

At the sound of wild vibrating on the nightstand, Bishop rolled over and grabbed his phone. It was a text from Pena.

"I know things are weird between us but I just wanted to apologize. I tried to stop it but I couldn't."

Bishop shot up and immediately text back.

"What are you talking about?"

"Natasha's place, it's torn up. They got a report about people in cages, drugs and medical supplies. I don't know how legitimate the complaint is but they had to move on it."

Bishop slammed his elbow hard against the headboard and grunted. "Goddamn it."

"What?" Natasha asked, peeking out from the bathroom.

"We got a problem," he grumbled, pulling his underwear and jeans on. "Something went down at the kennel."

"What problem?" Natasha was already pulling clothes from her closet. "What went down?"

Bishop shook his head. "Let me handle it."

"No," she snapped. "That's my place. That's my fucking life up there beside you and Lil, Bish. You know that."

Hesitating but knowing he couldn't keep her away, Bishop sighed dramatically. "Get dressed. I'll meet you outside."

—

Bishop could feel Natasha's apprehension as they rode up to the cabin. Her body was tense and the fear seemed to be radiating off her, only growing stronger as they got closer.

"Let me do the talking," Bishop said quietly as they got off his bike. "Where's Lili?" He asked, turning to see the club assembled but his daughter nowhere in sight.

"Gilly and Chucky have her," Taza told him. "She's safe."

"We were going to handle this for you," Hank said somberly.

Bishop nodded. "I appreciate it but I'm here. Get me up to speed."

Hank nodded but before he walked off with Bishop, he gave Natasha a quick peck on the cheek. "Congratulations," he said quietly.

"Thanks," she pouted. "So," Natasha looked at the others. "What the fuck is this?"

"A fucking raid," Creeper remarked.

"The fucking' big guns too," Coco added, gesturing to the massive and unnecessary police presence. "Guess they're scared of some puppies and junkies."

"This is bullshit," she snapped. "We had a deal."

"More of an understanding," Angel shrugged. "Only so much they can do, Tash."

"Guys I can't go to jail," she whimpered.

"You know we won't let that happen," Taza said softly.

"Any idea who would call this in?" Riz asked her.

"Like you have to fucking ask," she growled. "It was fucking Levi. It had to be."

Bishop made his way back to the group. "This has to be answered."

"Bish," Natasha said timidly. "How much shit am I in?"

He shook his head, "Not much."

"What? How?"

"We'll talk," he said quietly. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, mi amor."

"Any of you the owner?" A man no one recognized asked the group, a gold detective's badge hanging from his neck.

"I am," Natasha spoke up. "Natasha Losa. What's going on?"

"She's not," Bishop sighed. "Building belongs to my club."

Natasha turned and looked at him. "What?"

"Tash," he said authoritatively, "Not now."

She bit her tongue but glared at him ominously.

"Your name is all over in there," the detective said. "If you don't own the building, do you run the place?"

"She takes care of the kennel," Bishop said. "Medical care for the dogs, food, adoptions, and shit."

"I was talking to Miss Losa," the detective snapped.

"Mrs. Losa," Bishop corrected. "She's my wife."

"You said it's your club?"

"It is," Bishop said confidently.

The detective nodded and hollered for a few uniformed officers. "Arrest them both."

"No," Natasha began to cry. "Please. My daughter. I have to take care of Lili."

"This is bullshit," Bishop barked. "She's got nothing to do with this."

"We'll figure it all out at the station," the detective said. "Don't worry about your daughter either, we'll have someone from child services make sure she's safe and taken care of."

"No," Natasha snapped. "No. Please. Let the club have her. They can take care of her."

"We'll straighten it all out," the detective said, "Down at the station."