I doubted that’s what looking into him will prove, but we’ll see.
“We’ll see,” I tell her, and glance around the bar. “I’ll let you get back to it. I’ve got other shit to do.”
“You always have something going on,” Amelia mutters, a grin tugging at her lips.
“Yeah, I do,” I agree and head for the door. Time to get shit done.
“Brother, I need you to do me a favor,” I say, planting my ass in a chair next to Dread. I’d just gotten to the clubhouse after finishing at the rodeo grounds for the day.
I got the schedule worked out for those who need to train at the arena. I finalized the events for the first rodeo we’re scheduled to have, and it was gonna be a damn good one. The kids participating in the rodeo are set, and I sent out the email to the parents with the waivers, just like everyone else who has signed up for these events. We hold the events, but we’re not responsible for any injuries that will occur because, damn if it’s not bound to happen. It’s a risk everyone takes.
“What’s the favor?” Dread asks, looking up from his laptop. You could find Dread anywhere in the club with that damn thing. It’s never just in his room or office. He works wherever he feels like it.
“Need you to look into Russell and find out about this job he supposedly took.”
“You get the name of the business?”
“Nope.” I grunt, shaking my head. “Don’t think he told Amelia the name either. All she said was that he got a job and wouldn’t be asking for money anymore.”
“I’ll look into it,” Dread says, watching me closely. “If the job ran his background, it shouldn’t be hard to find. Be trickier if the job is under the table.”
“I’d appreciate it.”
“No problem. I’ll get this done now while you’re sitting here. It shouldn’t take long. That is, unless you gotta go get your woman.”
I wanted to get her, but I was giving her time at the ranch. I didn’t want to think about her riding her damn horse, and in the last text message she sent me, she was going for a ride. The text had been followed by a picture of her astride the back of Rex smiling at me.
I saved it to my phone and set it as my wallpaper, wanting to enjoy the sight of it any time I looked at my phone.
Damn, I miss her. It’s not been but hours since I saw her, and all I wanted to do was get her back in my arms.
“She’s busy right now. I’m good to wait for you to do your thing. Besides, I want to know what the hell the jackass is up to.”
“Right.” Dread smirks and gets to it, doing his thing.
I lean back in my chair and wait quietly, my knee bouncing while I do so.
Fifteen minutes pass by as Dread’s fingers fly across the keyboard. “Brother, I’m not finding anything about Russell having a new job anywhere, which means it’s under the table if he did indeed get a job. All I’m seeing is he’s made calls to a number that has to be a burner phone. I can’t triangulate the location of it. The number has calls to and from several times in the past few days.”
“Damn,” I mutter. “You find anything else?”
“Not much other than the guy seems to like his porn,” Dread grunts. It’s not the first time I had him look into Russell in the past. He’d been able to get into Russell’s phone easily enough, along with his computer, using back doors or whatever Dread called them. “Guy’s history on his computer is full of mommy stepson pornos.”
“I don’t need to know that shit.” I sneer, not giving the first shit about what Russell watches.
“I would’ve preferred not to know either.” Dread chuckles and shakes his head. “I’ll keep looking deeper, but for now there’s nothing else to find.”
“Right.” I nod with a sigh and check the time on my phone. I knew it hadn’t been long enough, but I was ready to get back to the ranch and pick up my woman. I told her to pack a bag. I was looking forward to spending more time with Della without interruptions.
I pull up at the ranch in time to see Della riding Rex in the distance. A grin tugs at my lips at the sight of her. She looks born to be in the saddle.
As I park my bike up at the house, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out to find Dread calling. Considering I just left him and knew he was still looking into Russell, I answered it. “Yeah,” I say, while I watch Della still on the back of her horse.
“VP, you aren’t gonna believe this shit,” he says, annoyance clear in his voice.
“Believe what?” I swing my leg over and stand next to my bike. Watching as Della comes to a stop at the barn and hops down with the reins in her hand, and waves in my direction. I give her a wave back and focus on my conversation with Dread.
“Remember when you asked me to tap Russell’s phone and computer?”
