“Thanks.”
We rang off and I called Aero.
“Hey, Stoney.”
“You busy?” I asked.
“No, man. What do you need?”
“Scrappy’s watchin’ a house for me, but it’d be good if you could back him up.”
“Yeah, sure. Text me the address,” he said.
“Done,” I said, and frowned. “Stay alert.”
“Got it.”
He hung up and I headed back to the great room where Wyatt and Sundance were makin’ out again. “Prez, you got a minute?”
He raised his head with a frown. “Does it look like I got a minute?”
Wyatt gripped his chin. “Don’t be a dick. He’s got more than a minute, Stoney. I need to head home to check on Teddy.”
Teddy was Wyatt’s older brother. He’d been born with a few mental challenges, so couldn’t live on his own. We all dug the kid. He was funny as hell and worked hard, and since he was now a recruit for the club, he was around a lot.
“I’ll walk you home, then come back,” Sundance offered.
“Honestly, this won’t take long,” I said. “We can chat and then I’ve got shit to do.”
Sundance gave me a chin lift and led me down to his office.
Sabrina
The sound of glass shattering pulled me from an unsettled slumber, and I sat straight up in bed. Someone was in my house. I should have called 9-1-1. I should have called my brother. But I didn’t do either. I called Stoney.
“Yo,” the sleepy voice answered sounding gruff.
