He grins. “That I can do.”
Shaking my head, I add, “Actually, you just became babysitter number one. She’s now your responsibility. And find out everything you can about her.”
There’s something off about her and the sooner I know what it is, the better, or she’s out of here.
Rudi begins packing her medical supplies away. Knowing the prospect will follow my order word for word, I tell him, “Watch Ford’s woman.”
He nods and gets on with stacking crates of beer behind the bar. Putting my fingers to my mouth, I pierce the air with a whistle and point to the back room.
Ford hauls his ass up as I pass and I briefly hear his woman say, “How long will you be?”
I don’t hear his answer, and I walk into the back room and take my seat, rolling the gavel between my fingers as the brothers fill the room.
“You good?” I ask Ford.
He nods and I slam the gavel down.
“First Angel and I are shot at, and tonight Ford is jumped.”
Trey cuts in and asks Ford, “Did they say who they were?”
Ford shakes his head. “I’d recognise them if I saw them again. They weren’t wearing any colors or patches. I didn’t even hear one call another by name.”
“Tell us every step you took after leaving your mom’s house?” I instruct.
The brothers and I listen to every word, and I can’t help but smirk when it comes to the dog. It could’ve ended a lot worse if Princess wasn’t there with him.
“What the fuck is going on?” King mutters, lighting a cigarette.
“Someone’s coming for us, and I want to know who,” I state, adding, “For the foreseeable, no one leaves on their own. We ride in pairs or more.”
I slam the gavel down and I’m the first to leave the room. I head straight through the bar and the kitchen and out of the back door. I inhale the night’s air rather than seeking out a cigarette and lighting it up.
A flash from the abandoned building behind ours, comes from the third-floor window and I’m on my toes before thinking it over. Swiftly, I climb on top of Tor’s small shed and scale the wall surrounding the clubhouse. I jump down on top of an old beat-up truck and run for the door, half hanging off its hinges.
I don’t waste a second looking around me, I track down the stairs and run up the steps until I hit the third floor. I burst intoan open space and then my neck snaps to the right when a crash comes from somewhere underneath me.
I go to the smashed out window and catch a glimpse of someone running out and disappearing around the corner. By the time I’d make it outside, whoever it was, doing whatever they were doing, they’d be long gone. I instead take a good look around the empty building. With the crumbling walls and neglect, it’s obvious it’s been abandoned for a long time. Evidence of the homeless having had slept here is clear in the trash left behind. I return to the broken window and look across to the clubhouse. From this view, I can see into the third-floor windows, those with their lights on. It’s like I’m in the room with how clear it is. Whoever took the picture had a clear view and who fucking knows how long they’ve been spying on us.
I head back to the clubhouse and pull Ford to the side. His woman, or whatever she is to him, keeps her eye on us and I turn my back to her.
“In the morning, look into who owns the building out the back. Someone was watching us just now.”
“What the fuck? Do you think it was the same people who tried to jump me?”
“I have no fuckin’ idea. I’m gonna treat it like these are separate problems so we’re not caught off guard.”
“I’ll get on it first thing in the morning.”
“Let the brothers know, make sure the prospect locks the place down tonight.”
He nods and I make my way up the stairs. Tor is talking away on the phone quietly with River sleeping peacefully beside her.
I strip down to my boxers and gently scoop my son up into my arms and lay him in his crib, tucking him under his blanket. I take a few moments to watch him sleep while Tor wraps up her call.
“Mom said…”
Shaking my head, I tell her, “I don’t care what your mom said, not tonight.”
