The guy pushes up from his chair and steps closer to Annabel. “I’m not leaving her alone in a biker club, you’re out of your damn minds.”
“Funny that, her daddy’s more than comfortable to leave her here with us. Like I said, you’re irrelevant.”
The prospect takes him by the arm and overpowers every move the guy tries to make.
Trey opens the door ready for him and the prospects shoves him outside. The door slams shut before the guy can try and get back inside. It doesn’t stop him from trying to bang the damn thing down. King whips it open and points his gun at him. From what I can see on the security screens from across the bar, the guy trips over himself backing off and scuttles off down the street.
Now he’s gone, I give Annabel my full attention.
“Who is he to you? Boyfriend?”
“He wants to be, but no, he’s just someone I know.”
I glance at Angel. He could be a problem to anticipate.
“Do you know why you’re here?” I ask her next.
She nods.
“So you know you’re not a prisoner here, but you are in my home. You’ll stay inside, you won’t have any contact with anyone in the outside world, and you’ll give us no grief. Until your daddy says you can return home, you’ll fuckin’ behave yourself. If your situation puts my family in danger, I’ll kill you all.”
Her eyes widen but only briefly.
“Do you understand?”
She nods.
“I need to hear you do. Cause when I say I’ll kill you all, I ain’t fucking around. Bigger men than you have doubted me and met their maker.”
She swallows hard before answering, “I understand.”
“Good. Now that’s settled, there’s an area out back you can use for fresh air and to get the sun or whatever. Don’t go near the gates. If you…”
The stairs creak and Tor bounces down, minus my son but clutching the baby monitor. She looks much better now she’s slept. I can’t stand the bags under her eyes, knowing I can’t take on all of River’s night feeds for her. We’re a good team when it comes to being parents, but if I could do it all for her, I would.
I stand as Tor comes to my side. I sling my arm around her and press my lips to the side of her head.
“This is my old lady. Victoria. Babe, this is Annabel. She’s gonna be staying with us temporarily.” I look to Annabel. “If you need anything you find my wife. If she’s not around, you ask him,” I point to the prospect.
Tor takes my seat, and I jerk my chin toward the back room at the brothers. I take my place at the head of the table and the brothers file in and drop their asses in their seats. I slam the gavel down and catch, once again, Warren glaring Ford’s way.
Swinging my finger between them, I ask, “What is this?”
They both look at me like I’m speaking a different language.
It’s Warren who says, “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Anger simmers throughout me. “Treating me like a cunt will get you nowhere but out the fuckin’ door. All morning you’ve been glaring at him,” I say pointing at Ford. “What gives?”
“He rocks back up, and I’m glad he’s still alive, don’t get me wrong, but I put weeks into Phoebe and then he comes back, sees her, and she’s off limits.”
Ford clenches his hands into fists and leans forward on the table. Before he can make my headache worse, I cut in, “We have business to deal with but instead we’re talking about pussy. This woman is Ford’s business, you…” I glare at Warren. “Stay the fuck away unless Ford tells you different. There is plenty of other pussy to go around. If this becomes a problem, I’ll be making it your problem, and I guarantee you won’t fuckin’ like it. And while we’re on the subject of the opposite sex, no one touches the Mayor’s daughter. I don’t need the grief of her crying to her daddy cause of one the big, bad bikers broke her heart.”
Angel clears his throat, and adds, “It goes without saying, we all keep our eye on her without her knowing just how close we’re watching. Any move she makes that doesn’t seem right, you let us know.”
Brothers nod and I finally broach what happened this morning.
“Any of you fuckers have any run ins with anyone you haven’t told us about?”
