I didn’t want to think she’d been targeted because of me, but my gut is churning. I know what Katrina had told me about the offers Carl had made to her before I’d shown that day, and he’d been there.
Cy does something on his laptop before answering. “Carl approached her several times, but the times are closer together over the past months. Each time she denied him in the past four months, or so he’s made a call to the same number. The other properties were bought up over the last year.”
“They could have easily left her and her studio alone,” I mutter, clenching my fist. “Fucker had to have seen us together and decided to target her to get to me.” For two months I hadn’t protected her ‘cause I didn’t go after her when she first left my bed. “Fuck.” I slam my fist down and shoot to my feet. “I’m going to kill the motherfucker.”
“Brother, you need to calm down,” Hammer orders. “Sit the fuck down so we can finish going through everything.
Gritting my teeth, I do as told, blood roaring in my ears. I shouldn’t be surprised that my own flesh and blood would be stupid enough to come after what’s mine.
I listen half-heartedly as my brothers talk around me, the entire time making plans of my own. Vin wants a war with me, not the club. He’s targeting all of them, and more importantly, my woman, because of me. It’s time I turn the tables. Vin’s about to find out exactly what it’s like to become the hunted.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Katrina
Waking up alone isn’t something I’m used to. Since the day Dagger came back into my life, I’ve not once woken alone in bed. I didn’t like it one bit. I want to be able to wake up with my body pressed against his every morning.
Throwing the covers off me, I climb out of the bed and find one of his shirts to put on as I make my way to the bathroom. It’s a good thing he’s got his own and doesn’t have to share. It would suck having to leave the room to go in search of one.
I do my business and brush my teeth with his toothbrush. If I knew we were going to be staying the night, I’d have packed some of my things to bring here. However, I’d been under the impression we were going back to our place. My house had stopped being mine a while ago when I looked at it. It might be small, but it was perfect for us. At least for now, it was.
Finishing with a quick wash of my face, I step back into his room, check on my new pet, making sure to feed him before pulling on my jeans from yesterday, sans panties. No way was I wearing dirty underwear. That’s just gross.
I leave his room and go in search in hope of finding him or at least some coffee. I then want to find some paper or something to write on. I honestly wish I had my guitar here. That song I could feel humming in my head keeps circling. Even more, it’s becoming clear. I’m going to have to find something to use before I lose it completely.
I never want to lose a creative thought. Making it to the main room of the clubhouse, I groan at the sight of two of the clubwhores standing close together behind the bar.
Thankfully, I also spot Avery and a few others. Avery was sitting next to Taylor in her highchair, and her son, Tate, was in a chair next to her on his knees, eating what looked like mini pancakes. I wave in their direction while moving to the bar. I step behind it to the coffee maker and grab one of the extra mugs.
One of the clubwhores sneers at me. The other decides to speak her mind. “The only reason he’s with you is because you trapped him. We all know that. He’ll see that he doesn’t need you around soon enough.”
Done with these women talking down to me, I fill my coffee mug and throw the hot contents at her. “Oops. I’m sorry, I had to douse the bitch out of you.”
“You bitch,” the one I threw coffee on screams and goes to act like she’s going to slap me.
I step into her space and spit, “Touch me, and I will put you down. I’m done with the smarminess from you all. I didn’t trap Dagger. Yes, I got pregnant, but it happened. I told him, and it was his choice. That’s not trapping. Trapping is something a skanky hoe like you would do. I don’t need to. I have more respect for myself.”
Turning away from her, I refill my mug and walk away as clapping starts. I nearly stumble when I see Dagger and hisbrothers all standing around. Dagger grins and moves to me. He takes my mug from my hand and kisses me soundly.
“I do not need to see you making out with my sister,” Grinder grumbles, breaking the moment.
Dagger lets me go and hands me my coffee. “You did good, baby,” he remarks, smirking. “I guess I won’t bitch at you for drinking regular coffee and not the decaf.”
“You better not,” I tell him, taking a sip of the black brew. I like the stuff anyway I can get it with cream and sugar or just straight black.
“What did she say?” he asks, watching me closely.
“Nothing I care to repeat, besides, I’ve handled it.”
“Yeah, you did.” He kisses me once more and tucks me close.
“We need to get back to work,” Hammer calls.
“Daddy, I want more pancakes,” Tate says loudly, speaking to Hammer.
“I’ll get you some, bud,” Hammer tells his son with a grin.
Tate hops out of his seat and runs to his dad, arms out as he flies into the air, Hammer catching him. “Chocolate chip ones.”
