“Legs has a stalker. I think it might be the same guy that’s been causing issues for Lil. I don’t want her left unguarded, at least until we can figure out what the fuck is going on. She’s not dumb. She might suspect you’re here to watch her, but she won’t complain when she knows you work here, too. Knowing her, she’ll join you. That’s fine. Just don’t let her leave alone. Any issues, text me.”
“You got it. Any idea who the fuck this guy is? I hate the fact the fucker could walk in here and I’d be none the wiser.”
“That’s the problem, Powers. None of us are the wiser. I’ll fill in the others and let you know if anything shakes loose.”
“Alright, no worries.”
I slap him on the back and head out, flipping the sign to open as I leave. I climb on my bike, grateful to be back on my girl, and slip my helmet on before heading back to the clubhouse. Hoops opens the gate for me when I arrive. I give him a nod as I pass him and park my bike in the warehouse. I climb off and put my helmet on my seat before walking up to the saloon. I spot Havoc and G at one of the tables with their women in their laps. Capone and Circus are shooting the shit with them when they spot me walking toward them.
Nevaeh reacts by jumping off Havoc’s lap and stalking over to me. “Stalking, really?” She stomps her foot before crossing her arms over her chest.
“Beware, an angry Tinkerbell,” Circus mutters, making me chuckle.
“First of all, I wasn’t arrested for stalking. I got picked up by a cop with a hard-on for me. I’m not sure if it’s just bikers he hates or Raven Souls in general, but it’s worth keeping an eye on him. He was a dickhead to Legs too.”
G narrows his eyes before nodding to the empty seat at the table. I take a seat. “What do you mean he was a dick to Legs?” G asks.
“It’s a long story.” I look around at the women, not sure if I should continue.
“Amity, can you occupy my old lady for a little while?” Havoc asks, reading me correctly.
“Sure. Hey Pippen, let’s go for a run.”
Everyone stops and looks at Nevaeh before cracking up. The look of horror on her face is priceless.
“You know what, I have a book to finish. I’ll just head upstairs.” She disappears like she’s worried Amity will force her into doing a marathon.
“You’re an evil genius,” G mutters before kissing Amity’s neck.
She gets to her feet and winks at us. “Works like a charm every time. I’ve got a few things to do anyway. I’ll catch you guys later.” She’s about to walk away but stops, turning to look at me. “Is Legs okay?”
I smile at her. “She’s good. She was napping when I left, and I have Powers keeping an eye on her.”
“Think she’d be up for some company?”
“I don’t see why not. But let her get settled in for today. She’s had a lot of shit to deal with, but drop her a text tomorrow, yeah?”
“Yeah, I’ll do that.”
She leaves as G studies me. “Communication has dropped off a lot lately, more so with Legs being quiet on her end. Amity tookit to mean she wanted a clean break from the MC and backed off.”
“Same with Tink,” Havoc admits.
“She spoke to Lil the other day,” I tell them. “I don’t think it’s intentional, but I can’t imagine it’s been easy for Legs, either. They’ll figure it out either way.”
“So, what’s going on with the club girls?” Havoc leans forward.
I fill them in on what’s been happening with Legs and our suspicions about the club girls being the targets.
“Motherfuckers,” Circus snaps, getting to his feet. “I’ll grab the girls. They’re all in the kitchen, apart from Lil, who’s at work.”
He stalks off, leaving Capone shaking his head. “He hates it when women become targets.”
“I get that.”
We all feel that way, but Circus’s father used his mother as a human shield to protect himself from a spray of bullets, so it’s arguable that he feels it more than most.
“So if this guy has moved his sights to Legs, it’s looking less like it’s a disgruntled asshole from the shelter,” Havoc states.
