Answering, I say, “Hey, you. Are you okay?”
“I want to come home, but grandma won’t drive me and dad isn’t answering his phone. Can you come pick me up?”
“Sure. I’ve just got to finish feeding Wolf and then I’ll leave. I’ll be there in about an hour.”
“Okay, thank you.”
The call disconnects. I try calling Leo, using one hand to navigate my phone and still feed wolf. One thing I’ve learned about being a mom is how to multitask. He doesn’t answer and I try Alannah. Thankfully she answers. Two minutes later she’s letting herself in and takes Wolf from me just as he finishes his bottle. While she burps him, I get my boots on.
“I won’t be long. There and back.”
“Can’t Leo go and pick her up?”
“He isn’t answering. It’ll be quicker if I go. Plus, he has enough to deal with at the moment.”
“What’s going to happen to this little one?”
“I don’t know. His family didn’t give Leo the chance to tell them about him. Just said their son had been dead to them for a long time.”
Grabbing my car keys, I head out and jump in the car. The prospect refuses to open the gate. Leaving the engine running, I climb out of the car and run over to the bar. I passed Leo’s bike so I know he’s around here somewhere.
The bar is heaving with brothers but it’s the thick tension I push through. It’s not the boisterous atmosphere I’m used to.
Leo is sat at his table, and it strikes me that he’s not his usual self either. He watches over everyone like everyone is a suspect, which I suppose they are to him at the moment. He jumps up to his feet when he sees me pushing through the crowd and comes toward me.
“What are you doing here? Where are the kids?”
“Your mom is with them. Rayna called, she wants to come home and you weren’t answering. Can you please tell your prospect to open the gate so I can go get her.”
“You’re not going anywhere alone.”
“I wouldn’t be here if you answered your phone.”
He nods and backtracks to his table. Leaning over, he whispers something in JJ’s ear and then he is back at my side, taking a hold of my hand.
“Mase, call Zach, get him to start lookin’ into everyone’s accounts. He knows what to look for.”
“Leo, you can’t fuckin’ do that!” A brother snaps.
“One of you got Slade killed! Dex and Shane! I’ll do what the fuck I have to in order to find out who is responsible.”
The tension sets me on edge. I never thought I’d feel this way surrounded by men who wear the same patch.
Brothers mumble their complaints as we’re heading for the door. Leo stops us and turns back to everyone.
“I’d do the same if it were any of you.”
With that, we walk out, and I wait to ask my question until we’re in the car. Leo takes over driving and I get comfortable in the passenger seat.
“What was that back there?”
“We’re on lockdown until we find out who the traitor is.”
“This is going to be bad, isn’t it.”
His jaw tenses and he stares out at the road like it’s going to disappear if he looks away. He admits, “For a while.”
I don’t involve myself in the club, and have complete faith in Leo, as he has with me in the home. I'm used to him upping and leaving at a moment’s notice, sometimes out of the house for an hour, other times, for hours on end.
