Now, Hades had never had a kid, and now that he was in his late forties, it didn’t seem likely that he would. He’d always beenclose to Becca, though. For reasons I couldn’t say other than he already loved her like a father, Hades agreed.
So, when Diesel said Hades had a dream, I took notice. For one, because Hades could sense shit that defied logic or explanation. Two, if Diesel was here, it meant whatever Hades dreamed of involved Becca.
“What about her?” I didn’t have to say her name.
“Her birth parents.” He released a sigh. “Said something isn’t right. They were afraid.”
Fucking hell, that was vague. “Afraid of what?”
Diesel kicked a rock, launching it across the grass. “Don’t know.”
“How the fuck is that helpful?”
“It’s not,” he growled, as agitated as I felt. “Becca still doesn’t know.”
“I’m aware.”
No one ever told Becca that she’d been adopted as a baby. Bulldog didn’t want her to think she wasn’t as loved as if she had been his own. I only found out the truth when he was in the hospital, dying on that fucking gurney as they wheeled him into surgery. He looked at Hades, making him swear never to tell Becca the truth. She was his, that was it.
But it wasn’t that simple.
Not when the people who gave up Becca for adoption had connections to a rival club that trafficked women. What if they found her? What would they do if they learned she had gotten away before they could sell or use her?
I flicked my cigarette to the ground and stomped out the cinders. “What’s the play?”
“Hades said we sit tight. Protect Becca.”
“Hope for the best. Plan for the worst.”
“Yeah.”
Lucky for Becca, I had done that since the second I patched into the Feral Rebels MC. I had five different safe house locations with no connection to any club members, including me. They couldn’t be traced to anything that would lead them to Becca.
If someone came for her, I had it covered.
Chapter 3 Becca
Ilifted my hand and rapped lightly on the door, knowing that Hades was inside his office, and unsure if he had company.
And by company, I meant the club bunny type.
“Come in.”
I slipped inside, closing the door behind me as I saw Grave, his V.P. He sat on a leather couch while Hades remained behind his desk. Diesel, the Sergeant at Arms, leaned against the wall, facing me. His dark gaze swept over me from head to toe, not bothering to disguise his appreciation. He never pretended that he wasn’t attracted to me.
Unlike Void.
Diesel never acted on it. But he didn’t lie or lead me along either. Of course, he still went after pussy in the club, so he was on my shit list for fucking anything with a vagina in the vicinity of the clubhouse.
I sent a glare in his direction, and he grinned widely.
“Hey, sweet girl. What you need?” Hades had a gruff, no-bullshit tone with everyone but me. It softened when he spoke to me and always made me feel special.
“Can we talk?” I glanced at Grave and Diesel. “Alone.”
“Sure.” He ticked his chin at his officers. “Get lost, fuckers.”
They both chuckled, leaving us as they moved toward the door. Grave gave me a chin lift and left without a word.
