She made a point of slipping a note under my door at the club to inform me of the fact. Like I care if she’s here and really how fucking high school. You're a tap and gap baby. You're a club whore; nothing more, nothing less.
Taking the fifteen strides toward Church, I push open the door. All eyes fall to me.
“Late again, I see Viper. This is becoming a habit, son.” My Prez, the man I respect like I do my father, shoots daggers at me
“Sorry, I was out doing gym business and lost track of time,” I reply pulling my chair out.
Total blatant lie, but hey, can't say sorry Prez was sitting at a seedy ass bar across town drinking my worries away because all I want to do is fuck your daughter. Nope, because that won’t go down too well at all.
I take my seat next to my father who is the VP. Pullingmy smokes from my pocket placing them on the table along with my phone, I looked around at Ace as he cleared his throat and starts on tonight’s agenda.
“The run is set up and ready. You ride out within the hour. Viper, Saint, Nitro, Flame and Stone, you will all run the guns down to the border with the Chapter that rode in for this job. A new drug trafficking ring has been brought to my attention, along with a new meth house. The charity event for the new kids’ cancer wing at the hospital is in 2 weeks. The car and bike are just about ready.” He picks up his beer, taking a long pull, before locking eyes with me and then Flame, moving back to me as he speaks again.
“Viper and Flame you did an outstanding job on amending the meth house.” He stops again, lighting a smoke and taking a long drag. I watch him as he blows smoke out, my heart beats faster and my hands sweat. “Today though, while I was at home with my family...”
I swallow a lump in the back of my throat.
What the fuck does he know. Fuck, did she... no she wouldn’t have. No matter how mad she is at me she wouldn’t. Oh fuck, is it Senna? Is she okay? All these questions. Why is it taking him so long to speak?
I really hope he didn't see or read anything other than me protecting her. Not wanting to fuck her.
“So, the storage shed that we have out at the abandoned farm, well it's been raided and shot up with a nasty message written in blood. The watcher’s blood all over the doors. It's a threat I take seriously, and it won’t go unnoticed.” Murmurs and shuffling started around the room as I breathed an easy breath for the first time since he started talking about his place.
“Yes, to answer your murmurs, I'm sure it's retaliation for a meth lab you blew up. So, we need to send some scouts out, some ears to the ground. Get Blade to do some digging and figure this shit out. I want who, when, how, and their heads,” he rages, stabbing his smoke out and looking at me.
“Viper don’t fuck around on this ride, either. The threat was to my girls and that I take like a bullet to the head, dead cold serious. If I had another man, I knew could do this run as fast and efficient as you then he would be on to it.”
I watched as his face ripped with pain. Worry danced in his eyes. Now gone was the hard core prez and in its place was a dad. His hands wrapped around the gavel and slammed it down, calling the end to church.
“Oh, one more thing, safe houses. We are now having three set up. Vix and Dex take some chicas to sort them. Mine and Spade’s wives will meet you there. One is for Spade’s wife, the other my wife and the other is for my girls. Keep them all within a one-mile radius of each other on the same block so I can monitor all three and Blade will be installing the latest cameras so all phones of members will be able to see the homes and all around them at all times.” With that he left, and the men followed him.
I stayed and smoked smoke after smoke, drank glass after glass. My mind running over all the shit that could happen and how a threat to the women I loved has caused me to mentally lose it.
That seals it then, no going nomad. I stay and fight for my woman. Keeping her safe was all that mattered. Fuck my heart, I had a job and that job was about to get kicked up into possessiveness like nothing else.
Chapter Six
Senna
This is such horseshit!
I love my dad and all that, but I can say with all honesty that he is being ridiculous. Totally and utterly ridiculous. He has mom, Saylor and I on lockdown at the clubhouse. He came home the other day barking orders like we were members of his club. Telling us he was putting us in lockdown, only grab what we absolutely needed to take. We asked why and he gave us no reason. Just that it was necessary. Pfft! I call bullshit. Mom backed dad of course. She knows that he only puts us in lockdown if it’s serious, so she did as he asked and made us do the same.
We have been locked down in the clubhouse for four days and I’m about to lose my shit. I hate being confined, unable to go when I want, where I want. We can move within the confines of the clubhouse. If we want to go outside, we have to have an escort. Heaven forbid a girl have a few minutes alone to collect her thoughts. I’m bored out of my goddamn mind, and no one wants to be around a bored and frustrated Senna.
Needing something to take the edge off I head to the bar jumping up on a stool. Leaning over I whistle at the prospect at the other end putting bottles in the fridge. Vix has been with the club about four months and he’s a hit with all the girls. He’s a gorgeous specimen and all man with his light brown hair and dark blue eyes. His smile lights up the room and the panties drop. I can appreciate a good-looking man like the next girl, but he does nothing for me. I like the dark and broody type. I don’t want a man who spends as much time in front of the mirror as me.
“Hey Senna, what can I get ya?” he calls me by my first name out of respect, all the guys do. He was made aware from the moment he walked through those doors that Saylor, Lane and I were hands off and treated with the upmost respect.
“Bud light please, Vix,” I reply, and he reaches in the cooler pulling out a bottle, popping the top and handing it to me across the bar. Some of the guys, including Luca, have been on a run for the club since we were put on lockdown. Thank god for small miracles. I’m not sure how I’d handle being confined here and watch as the whore’s paw all over him.
I take a deep pull of the beer. Damn, I needed that. I’m not twenty-one yet, but I deserve this damnit! I’ve been stuck in this damn clubhouse for days now and a girl can only handle so much. I mean I’ve been drinking since I was sixteen. I’m not an alcoholic or anything but being a biker princess, it’s normal to drink at such a young age. I grew up here and have been around rough and tough bikers my whole life. Drinking is nothing compared to some of the things that I’ve seen in this place. Things my dad has no clue that I’ve seen.
Speaking of my dad, he walks over taking the seat next to me. I lean over placing a kiss on his cheek. Sam Austin, aka Ace, president and founding member of the club, is a badass motherfucker and will kill you with a smile on his face. To me he’s my daddy and I love him more than any man, but I’m kinda pissed at him right now.
“Kinda early for that Senna?” he asks quirking a brow, his signature move with Saylor and me.
“Nope. You keep me cooped up in here, so I drink to pass the time,” I reply flatly, not looking his way.
