CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Cody—
Stalking down the hall, I fling the door to my father’s room open, but the bed is empty. I backtrack through the clubhouse and find them in the kitchen.
Heather and Tucker are sitting at a table, drinking milk and eating toast and jelly.
She takes in my demeanor and pauses with the bread halfway to her mouth. “Hey.”
“You need to come with me. I’ll find someone to watch Tucker. Come on.”
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“My president’s office. Let’s go. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
She stands and takes Tucker’s hand. “Is everything okay?”
“Nope.” I’m short with her because I’m fucking pissed. Not only did she keep this from me, but it made me look like a fool in front of my club.
“Cody, what’s wrong?”
“We’ll talk in a minute.” I lead them toward the bar. “Hey, can one of you boys show Tucker here how to play pool?”
They take the three of us in, knowing the order our president issued a moment ago.
“Sure,” Marcus says, squatting and holding out his hand. “Hi, Tucker. I’m Marcus. You want to see our cool pool table over there?”
He nods but looks worriedly at his mom.
“It’s okay, honey. I’ll be right back.”
“Hey, kiddo,” Billy says. “You like pretzels?” He grabs a bag from behind the bar and brings them over.
“Can I have pretzels for breakfast, Mommy?”
“Just this once. We’ll get you something else in a few minutes,” Heather says.
My brothers lead the boy to the pool table, and Marcus starts racking the balls.
I take Heather’s hand and walk her to Cole’s office, tapping on the door.
“Come in,” Cole barks.
When we enter, Crash is also there.
I nod to the empty chair. “Have a seat, Heather.”
She slowly lowers next to Crash. “What’s this about?” she asks, a tremor in her voice.
“You tell her anything?” Cole’s question is for me.
I shake my head.
“Two Death Heads just showed up at the gate lookin’ for you, darlin’.”
“Oh my God,” she murmurs, half coming out of her chair.
I push her back down.
