“How do you know?”
“That weasel hovers around at the clubhouse waiting for Siren all the time. Wait ‘til I get my hands on the little prick.” I make my way back to my bike. Siren will be at the clubhouse, so I’ll have her drag him there to save me digging around.
I look over my shoulder and realise Gear’s still standing at the broken door. “You coming or what?”
“I’ll stay here, Pres, ‘til the locks get repaired.”
I nod before getting on my bike and tearing out the parking lot.
I storm through the clubhouse and find Siren sprawled over Joker. He sees me first, reading my body language instantly, and sits up, lifting Siren off his lap and onto the bench beside him.
“Alright, Pres?” he asks.
“You can relax, Joker. I’ve not come for you.”
He exhales loudly, shaking his head. “Thank fuck for that.”
Siren’s eyes find me, and a smirk spreads over her face. She flutters her fake lashes, biting on her lower lip. I arch a brown, my jaw tightening with annoyance, and her smile soon fades.
“My office . . . now,” I snap, heading that way. I hear her scrambling to follow.
Once inside, I slam the door, and she jumps in fright. I place a hand to her shoulder and push her down to sit in the chair.
She visibly swallows, sinking into the seat.
“Why the fuck is your brother trying to break into our garage?” I demand, throwing my phone on the desk in front of her with the photo as clear as day. She eyes me for a second before picking the device up and bringing it closer to her face. She gasps, slamming a hand over her mouth.
“Oh my god. Pres, honestly, I had nothing to do with this,” she says, the words rushing from her. Her hand trembles as she stares back at his picture.
“I’ll ask again. Why’s your brother caught on our CCTV trying to get into our garage?”
She jumps to her feet, grabbing my arm in desperation. “I have no idea. I know he’s mixed up with the wrong crowd, but I didn’t think he would be stupid enough to do something like this.”
I snatch my arm free, and her hand drops back to her side. She hangs her head, like all the fight is suddenly gone. “He’s fucking stupid at times, but I promise he’s harmless. He’s eighteen, I take care of him because our parents—” She clears her throat and lowers back into the chair. Once she gets her composure, she straightens out her shoulders and finally meets my eyes. “He’s been messing with the wrong crowd for some time now. I’ll speak with him, I promise.”
I shake my head. “No fucking chance. You’ll ring him and tell him to get his arse across to the clubhouse now.”
“Please, Pres. You can’t hurt him. He’s my little brother.”
“I don’t give a fuck if he’s the Pope. You’ll call him and tell him to get over here now, because if I have to leave this club and go hunting for him, the consequences will be worse.”
She nods, her eyes filling with tears, then she pulls her mobile out her bra and brings it to her ear.
“Ashton,” she croaks, staring up at me, her eyes still pleading. “You need to come to the clubhouse.” She goes silent briefly before continuing. “No, now, Ashton,” she snaps before disconnecting the call. I lower myself into the seat opposite her. “He’s on his way,” she whispers.
Twenty minutes later, my office door swings open and Ashton strolls in. He keeps his gaze fixed on the floor as heenters, and you’d never imagine this scrawny kid breaking into an average Joe’s business, let alone one that belongs to the club.
Siren shoots to her feet, grabbing her brother’s arm and hauling him closer to the desk.
“What the fuck do you have to say, Ashton?” she screams. Her brother’s gaze remains fixed on his feet. He doesn’t even acknowledge her. “Ashton,” she repeats.
I stand up, making my way around to the other side of the desk, my frame towering over his.
“Look at me, kid,” I growl, and he flinches. “If you have the fucking bottle to try and break into one of my businesses, you can at least give me the fucking respect and look at me.”
Siren slaps him around the back of the head, and he rubs it but brings his gaze up to my own. I see a glint of defiance in his eyes. And right now, I want nothing more than to teach this kid a fucking lesson, but I know Hell would lose her shit. She’s always going on about how we need to be better, especially to the next generation. I inwardly groan.Thanks for giving me a fucking conscious, Hell.
My jaw tightens. “You’re fucking lucky your sister works for the club,” I growl. “If it was anyone else, I would’ve put them on their arse before they walked through that fucking door.”
