To his mate’s father, he murmured, “Thanks, Mundo. I appreciate you looking out for Sammy.”
“Whether I like it or not, the kid’s family. You gotta look out for family.” His gruff tone was confirmation that he hadn’t wanted to act, but had felt compelled to. His mate, still perched on his lap, shot beaming smiles between Spyder and Mundo—proof enough that she’d had a hand in this.
He sent her one by way of return, hoping she saw his relief and gratitude. When eyes like Jessie’s softened in reaction, he knew his message had been received.
The meeting broke up shortly after, and by that point, Spyder was chomping at the bit. Mundo gave him the nod, letting him off the leash, and he rushed off, ignoring the hoots and catcalls at his back.
He knew for a fact most of the bastards in that roo
