I thought about Bernie’s non-cleaning habits that she’d had when we were together and knew that this would work out well, actually.
The woman couldn’t clean to save her life.
Neither could her sister.
Between the two of them, their place had always been a fuckin’ mess.
“Got it,” I pushed the lid into my pocket. “I’ll let you know when it’s done.”
He snorted. “I’ll know before you even know.”
With that, he headed for my bike and took off.
I got into Apollo’s fancy Audi and drove to Bernie’s place and got out.
Pocketing the keys, I headed for the door and knocked.
Bernie opened the door, but a small kid followed right at her heels.
He definitely looked like me, but I knew he wasn’t mine almost instantly.
I wasn’t sure why I was so sure of that, but I knew it in my gut.
Bernie sucked in a breath and stared at me in shock.
“Wh-what…” She drew in a deep breath. “Jasper, what are you doing here?”
She pushed the kid behind her, and I snorted. “I’m not going to hurt him.”
She pressed her lips together.
She knew that I was part of a motorcycle club.
She’d always been wary of them for some reason, but hadn’t ever felt like sharing that reason.
“Your sister broke into our club president’s shop today, and I want to know why.”
She blinked, then turned to look at the kid. “Gavin, go to your room.”
Gavin looked at me, then looked at Bernie, then nodded. “When’s Mama coming home?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “Go.”
Gavin left, and Bernie waited until he was enclosed in his room before she opened the door wider and said, “Come in.”
I did, taking a look around at the home before saying, “Since when do you have the money for this?”
“I don’t,” she said. “Max does. Gavin’s dad was wealthy, and his child support is outrageous.”
“Ahh,” I said, though I didn’t exactly believe that.
Bernie was honest to her core.
Her sister, on the other hand, not so much.
I’d bet my left testicle that Max got this place because the FBI provided it for her.
It wasn’t lost on me that the location was rather close to the clubhouse.
