“Well, unfortunately, we’re in the middle.”
“Shit,” he said. “We are.”
“I called Hatch for backup. I was gonna fly out to Portland when he got back from London, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to fly.”
Hatch Wallace was the president of the Dogs of Fire MC in Portland, Oregon. He’d been a friend and an ally for several years now and had just recently been promoted from Sergeant at Arms to President, so he had street smarts and was a great conversationalist with his fists. He was a good friend, a brother to the core, and he was close enough to get here fast if we needed him.
Orion nodded. “I’ll go if you can’t.”
“You need to wrap Raquel in bubble wrap.” I sat back, once again worried about Orion’s woman. I knew she was someone who’d be around for a while. Probably forever, and I worried that she’d become a target like my wife had. “In fact, she should move into the cabin for a while.”
“She won’t leave Sierra,” Orion said.
Sierra was Raquel’s best friend and roommate and they were inseparable.
“Both of them, then,” I insisted.
“What about Letti and Drake?”
“They’re safe here. I’ve got a few guys on the house.”
“Who’s taking you to and from chemo if I’m not around?”
“Moses. He drops me off, then picks me up when I’m done.”
“You don’t want him to stay, huh?”
“No way in hell,” I said.
He raised an eyebrow. “Letti’s okay with not being there?”
“Letti doesn’t have a fuckin’ choice. She’s in school and that takes priority.”
“I should take you.”
I shook my head. “Need you to watch your woman, Ori. If anything happened to her because of this shit and you weren’t there, it’d wreck you. Take it from me.”
“I got her, Dad,” he promised. “What a fuckin’ nightmare.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
Drake banged on the door and yelled, “Grub’s up!”
“I got this, Dad,” Orion promised. “I’m all in.”
“Fuckin’ finally!” I retorted. “Let’s eat.”
He nodded and followed me into the kitchen.
Wyatt
Present day…
IPULLED OPEN the door to Flick’s Beanery, almost falling flat on my face as the door gave way far too easily, obviously as it was pushed from the other side.
“Jesus,” the deep voice hissed. “Sorry.”
I looked up and stared into the beautiful face of Sundance Graves. Lordy, his hair had grown back, and he now sported the most beautiful beard I’d ever seen. He stepped back so I could walk inside.
