Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“She called Colton and he came to pick her up. She’s at his house with Sophia.”
He holds his hand up when I go to step around him, and then it hits me. Stormy is here to prevent me from going to her. He’s been put in place as a roadblock.
I tilt my head, really looking at him.
He’s not here because he feels a certain way or he thinks that I might make the wrong call.
He’s here because someone instructed him to be.
It makes me wonder what Lennox might’ve said to Colton. Maybe he pulled the son-in-law card and an original member and Dominic put him here. Maybe Kincaid is frustrated with what happened the night I was drugged outside of Jake’s. It’s what set everything else into motion isn’t it?
I could argue that Dixon’s plan all along was to get to Lennox.
None of it makes me feel better. It doesn’t lessen that urge to go to Colton’s house and demand she tell me why she chose him instead of me. I know they don’t share the same things I’ve shared with her. The man is a million percent dedicated to his wife.
“No,” Stormy says when I growl and try to get past him one more time.
“Is there a problem?”
We both dart our eyes to the woman standing behind the front desk.
“The last thing she needs is another man in her life taking liberties, Ugly. You know that as much as I do.”
His words make me freeze. I’d never want to be one more problem in her life, but I also don’t think she’s thinking clearly either.
“She’s got me fucked up,” I mutter, running my hands over my face.
“I wish I could offer some decent advice, but I don’t know shit about relationships.”
“Why’d they send you?”
He shrugs. “Luck of the draw?”
I huff. “Everyone still at the hospital?”
He shakes his head.
“Someone from the administrative team pulled Kincaid to the side and asked if we could sit up there in shifts of smaller groups because it was distracting for others. People were showing up who didn’t have any reason to even be up there like it was some kind of fucking meet and greet.” He shakes his head, annoyance clear in his voice and on his face. “People were asking for autographs, pictures with their kids, rides on the bikes and shit. And the fucking groupies. I thought Jake’s was bad on any given night.”
“Nothing says ‘sorry about your friend’ like a chick offering to blow you in the family restroom,” I mutter, knowing exactly what he’s talking about because some of the women in town are ruthless when we do community events.
The first time it happened at a barbecue at the park, I questioned what we were doing as a club to bring that kind of attention to ourselves, making these women think it’s alright to behave that way.
“Right now Kincaid, Shadow, Kid, and Legacy are there,” he explains. “I’m sure they wouldn’t have a problem with you swinging by if you like.”
“There’s been no changes?”
He shakes his head. “They don’t know how long he was down with no oxygen. Kincaid said one of the doctors mentioned his body needing to heal some before they attempt to pull him off the ventilator, but I got a couple minutes in there with him, dude, and he looks completely normal. There’s no wounds or anything. Whatever that piece of shit injected him with really fucked him up.”
“I think I’ll just head back to the clubhouse.”
He nods as if he understands, but how could he? He’s not responsible. He didn’t get injected, leading to a series of events that left a man in the hospital fighting for his life, two women dead, and a police detective that may never be the same again.
“I’m right behind you,” he says, and I hear the warning in his tone.
He’s a smart man for thinking I won’t at least drive by Colton’s house despite it being out of the way.
And I do, but Colton’s truck is gone, leaving Sophia’s SUV in the driveway.
I roll up, lowering my window as I pull up beside the Cerberus SUV.
“Stormy said you were at the hospital,” I say to Legacy when he rolls his window down.
“Colton got called out. Didn’t want to leave Sophia and your girl in there alone.”
My girl. Oh how I fucking wish.
I’m torn between telling him to go ahead and leave and I can take over and going back to the clubhouse and giving her some room like she asked for by leaving me alone in the hotel room.
I look in my rearview mirror when a horn blares, cussing Stormy for drawing attention to the three dark SUVs now idling outside in this residential neighborhood.
The curtains in Colton’s house shift, and I know before long Sophia will either call her husband or her dad to report back, and that’s heat I don’t really want right now.