“That’d be nice.” He closes his eyes and puts his head back. “Missed a lot when mine were little. Let Tawny do it all on her own. Wish I hadn’t,” he mutters.

Rock and I share a what the fuck look. Sway’s never been one to venture into the deep end of conversation.

“They turned out good, Sway. Janice has been here every day—”

A faint smile ghosts his lips. “She’s the best parts of both of us.” He cracks open one eye. “You make sure none of the brothers are sniffing after her.”

I hold my hands in the air. “I’ll do my best, brother.”

“Danny’s been keepin’ an eye on her,” Rock says.

“Shocked he’s here at all. I was a real shit to him when he decided not to patch-in.”

Again, Rock and I are too dumbstruck to respond.

“You’re feeling awfully reflective today,” Rock finally says.

Sway huffs out a laugh. “A bullet to the head’ll do that to a man.”

“Suppose so.”

Sway’s sort of in and out of it after that. I’m thinking of asking Rock if he wants to follow me back to the clubhouse when the door swings open.

Christ, I wish we hadn’t stuck around for so long.

“Z?” Shock colors Stella’s voice and I force myself not to groan. I’d heard she’d been to visit Sway a few times. Luckily, I’d managed to avoid her.

Guess my luck ran out.

I shoot Rock a don’t you dare leave look. Thankfully, instead of laughing at the absurd situation, he nods and sits back. “Hey, Stella,” he greets.

“Is it…is it okay? Steer said I could pop in and visit.”

“I ain’t dead yet, sweetheart.” Sway motions her closer without opening his eyes.

Wearing jeans and an oversized flannel shirt, she looks more like a college student than an adult film star. She takes Sway’s hand and stares down at him in an affectionate way that’s honestly kind of creepy since Sway’s daughter is only a few years younger than Stella.

“They still don’t know who did this to him?” She glances up, her gaze swinging between Rock and me.

I shake my head. “We’re doing everything we can to find whoever did it.”

Sway chuckles. “List’s gotta be a mile long.”

“It was club-related, though?” Stella asks, drilling me with cold, accusatory eyes.

Without flinching or blinking, I meet her stare. “You got some information we should know about?”

“No. I…nothing.” She thrusts her chin up. “I want to make sure he’s safe now.”

Oh, please.

“That’s why we got brothers here taking shifts twenty-four hours a day,” Rock answers.

“What if it was a brother?” she insists.

Rock stands but doesn’t move any closer to her. “That’s a serious accusation. You got a good reason for saying it?”