“We can track her to a particular city but not where she’s gone from there. Your brother is still a bounty hunter?”
“Yeah. He’s expanded the business they’re doing so well.”
“Think he’ll help.”
“No doubt. You got a picture, any other information?”
He explains Speedway will get it all to me. I drink some more beer and watch Nero. If this was a Speedway problem, he would have come to me himself to ask for help. I’m the guy the brothers come to when they have issues.
Nero chews on his cheek and his eyes come back up to me.
“This doesn’t leave the room.”
“Of course.”
“She’s Oscar’s mom.”
My brows lift but I keep the real surprise of that statement to myself.
“She’s been a good mom the last two years, we shared custody. She came to me saying she needed a break and went to Alexandria for what was supposed to be a couple of weeks. Then she stopped contacting me. I sent Speedway to find her.” His face darkens. “She said she met someone and wasn’t coming back.”
“That’s cold.”
“It would be if she was someone else. It was one night, and she kept it a secret until Oscar was born but she’s always done right by him.”
“Do you think something more is going on?” I sit forward.
“I’m not sure. I don’t want to ask Speedway to go looking too deep in case there is something.”
“To do with Storm?” I surmise.
He grits his jaw and takes a second before he nods. “I can’t be certain. I wasn’t convinced he knew about Oscar when he sent those men to my house, but now I’m not so sure. I think it was Taylor he didn’t know about. He was using Jesse to get to Oscar. He didn’t count on Taylor being there.”
Despite the shitty topic of conversation, the pride is clear on his face when he talks about her. She is still something of a mystery to most of the club, but we all know if she wasn’t there that night, Jesse would be dead and Oscar probably taken.
“I’ll speak to Camden,” I say, sensing he doesn’t want to go any further into this.
“I’ll get you all her info. Keep it between us.”
“No problem, Prez.”
We finish our beers and chat a while, then head downstairs just in time to see Beast lose his shit and storm out of the clubhouse.
“What the fuck now?” Nero asks, then pauses, seeing a girl who doesn’t belong standing by the couch, her arms folded over her chest with that teenage,I hate everyone,attitude radiating off her.
She’s tall, slim and has blonde hair down to her ass. There is a suitcase at her feet and she is glaring at Ratchet who is staring at her like his fantasy just came to life. I walk over and slap the back of his head. She’s clearly underage, even if she is wearing a lot of make-up and is dressed in designer clothes.
“What are you doing here kid?” I ask her.
“Yeah, I think you might be lost,” Ratchet smirks.
I glare at him till he gets the idea I’m about to lose my shit and he shuffles around the couch and walks away.
“I’m here to see my father.”
“You sure you’re in the right place? I doubt your daddy is anywhere around here.”
“Oh really?” She juts out her hip and looks at me like I’m the shit on her shoe.
