by K. J. Dahlen
“When the whole story came out, the Vincinti’s assured me they would take care of Mrs. Pierce. And the man that fathered me.”
Deacon sat up in his chair. “They got Flynn?”
“Yes, they do. Flynn got clean and took on a new name then went to work for the Vincinti family way back. When he saw me the other night, he tried to bully me into not revealing his identity. It didn’t work and when they found out he was the one that carried Peaches off, they told me they would take care of his sorry ass.”
Deacon’s smile slowly spread across his lips. “It couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. I hope they make it hurt. So what’s the plan now?”
Cassie shrugged. “I don’t have a clue. The Feds want to use the info from Mrs. Pierce to shut down a kiddy ring, as far as I know, I’m still wanted for the attempted murder of the bastard that attacked Peaches when we were kids. Deke and some other bikers came to Boston and took Peaches and me out of police custody. Right now, I guess we wait to see who comes back to get me.”
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The next few days were busy for everyone. Deke, Deacon and Gator left each morning to go to work and it was after they left for the day that Cassie went to Troy as well. She always arrived back before the guys came home but Reva noticed she was preoccupied when she got back.
Reva didn’t say anything until a couple of weeks later. The guys were talking about a barbeque set up for the coming weekend and Gator thought it might be a good idea if Cassie helped Reva and the other old ladies plan it. They were still at home when he asked her.
Reva shrugged. “Sure, I’ll ask her about it but she’s hardly ever at the clubhouse anymore during the day.”
Gator stopped and stared at his woman. “What do you mean she isn’t here anymore? Where the hell is she then?”
Reva looked at him. “I don’t know where she goes every day. She waits until you guys leave for the dance club and she disappears. She comes back before you guys get back but she hasn’t told me and I know better than to ask. It’s not my business.”
“Do you think Deke knows?” Gator looked concerned. “Or Deacon?”
Reva shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Deke ain’t gonna like this.” Gator sighed.
“Maybe she’s working somewhere,” Reva suggested.
“That won’t matter, she didn’t tell any of us about this, I’m sure of that.” Gator looked troubled. “Deke is gonna freak. He’s been thinking she’s been here the whole time.”
“Maybe you could just ask her, when she’s alone I mean,” Reva suggested.
“I gotta find out more about where she’s going every day before I bring this to Deke. I hope I’m wrong. Doesn’t she know she could get taken? I’m sure the bitch that sent those other three guys after her hasn’t given up yet.” Gator ran his fingers through his hair messing it up. “And what about the badges? Huh? Does she think they’ve given up on her too? They would snatch her up in a heartbeat if they knew she was out there. Damn, I gotta tell Deke about this before she disappears without a trace. Deke would fucking flip his lid if that happened. Both Deke and Deacon would.”
“What are you going to do?” Reva asked.
“I guess I’ll follow her and see where she goes, then tell Deke,” Gator finally said.
“Just be careful how you tell him,” Reva warned. “You know the man has a terrible tempter.”
“Let’s hope she’s not doing something stupid then.” Gator growled.
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A short time later, Cassie grabbed her backpack and left the clubhouse. Earlier, she’d watched as Deke, Deacon, Gator and the rest of the guys left. She checked the clock in her car and knew she was going to be a few minutes later today.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, she took a deep breath then exhaled. She thought about what she was doing and smiled slightly. She had spoken to Peaches a few days ago and knew everything in Boston was going well.
Peaches was adjusting to having a family again, and Mrs. Pierce was no longer a threat. For that matter, neither was Flynn Rearden. The Vincinti family had turned over the evidence found in the Pierce den to the Feds and she knew they were busy mopping up the mess. The arrests had made the papers and no one knew of her involvement in any of it. She felt safe for the first time in years.
As she drove away from the compound, she didn’t feel she had to check her rear view mirror. For the first time in her life, she didn’t have to look over her shoulder anymore or watch the street for the next attack. As she drove into Troy, she made her way to the west side of the city. It wasn’t the best neighborhoods, but it wasn’t the worst either. She pulled her Jeep behind the building and grabbing her pack, she hurried inside.
CHAPTER THREE
Cassie didn’t seem to notice the man on the bike parked a block away. Gator frowned as he viewed the old school house and grounds. He couldn’t imagine what the hell she was doing there but when he saw a couple of street guys hanging around outside he didn’t like it.
Rolling his bike down the block, he started it and tore down the road. He knew if he waited any longer, Deke would be that much madder about this whole thing.
A half hour later, Gator approached Deke’s door and knocked as he stepped through the portal.
Deke looked up at his Vice President and leaned back in his chair. He noted the look on Gator’s face and knew something was wrong. “What’s up Gator?”
“I don’t know but whatever it is I don’t think you’re gonna like it,” Gator commented as he sat down across from him.
Deke stared at the other man for a moment then said, “Spit it out man. What am I not going to like?”
“I asked Reva to get Cassie to help her plan the barbeque coming up this weekend and she agreed. Then I found out Cassie’s been coming into the city every day for the last few weeks.”
Deke sat forward in his chair. “What the hell do you mean she’s been coming into town every day? Since when?”
“Since we got back from Boston.”
“Where is she going every day?”
“I don’t know but today, I followed her over to an abandoned school house on the west side of town. It’s not a very good neighborhood and there were street people hanging around the building.”
Deke got out of his chair and went to the open door. “Deacon!” he shouted. “Get your ass in here!” The club wasn’t open yet to the general public so he knew his yell wasn’t going to bother the customers. He went back to his chair and sat down.
A few minutes later, Deacon entered the office. “What’s up?”
“Did you know Cassie’s been coming to town every day?”
Deacon frowned. “No I didn’t.” He shook his head. “What the fuck is she thinking? It might not be safe for her to be seen in the general public yet.” Running his fingers through his hair, he asked, “How the hell can we protect her, if we don’t know where she is?” He looked up at Deke, “Has she said anything to you about this?”
Deke shook his head. “Do you think I would have asked you about this if she had?”
“What are you going to do about it?” Gator asked.
“Find out what the hell is going on, of course.” Deke growled. He got to his feet leading the way to the parking lot. Then he, Gator and Deacon took off.
Gator led the way to the schoolhouse.
They parked their bikes a block away and watched for a while. People were coming in and out of the building the whole time. Most of them were homeless from the way they looked.
Deke watched and was about to storm the building when he noticed Cassie coming outside. She was with two other men. They were wearing rags and were dirty as hell. His lips pursed in anger as he watched.
She seemed to enjoy being with these men. She acted free and animated around them. In fact, he’d never seen her like this before. She hadn’t acted like this at the clubhouse.
Then he saw her do something that filled him with rage. She wrapped her arms around one of the men and hugged
him. Deke was off his bike in a second.
Deacon followed him and managed to pull him back before Cassie noticed them. “Boss, I know you want to punch something but please wait.”
His soft spoken words barely made Deke pause. He turned his head and glared at the other man. “Why should I wait?” he growled. “I’m gonna kill him then her.”
Deacon shook his head. “And that would be a mistake on your part.”
Deke glared. “Why? Why do you think I should allow her to betray me like this? Answer me that smart ass.”
“Until we know what’s going on here, we’d best not jump to conclusions.” Deacon pointed out. “Either ask her about this or let her come to you and tell you about this.” He turned and gazed at his niece. “Look at her man, she almost seems happy here.” He looked down at the ground. “She isn’t afraid of these people. She doesn’t have to look over her shoulder every few seconds. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
Deke turned and stared at the school. Watching her for a few minutes, he walked back to his bike and started it up. He took off with a roar and a grim face.
Gator shook his head at Deacon. “You’re playing with fire and it’s gonna come back and burn you to a crisp.”
“Maybe.” Deacon shrugged. “But look at her man, this is the best I’ve seen her since I got back.”
Gator turned his head and had to agree.
Deacon went back to his bike and sat down on it. “What do you think Deke will do?”
Gator shrugged. “I have no idea. You stay here and watch her. I’ll go back and find out.” He shook his head. “She should have told him about this already. She never should have kept this secret, not from Deke.” Gator went back to the club and found Deke watching Zipper on the computer.
He glared at Gator then ignored him, as Zipper gathered information.
A few minutes later, Zipper hit the print button and page after page printed out. He picked up the pages and wordlessly handed them to Deke.
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Deke stomped back to his office and Gator followed. Sitting behind his desk, he began to read the information Zipper had given him.
What he read was confusing. The property was listed as sold to a nonprofit under the name of Cassie Tory. Deke’s eyebrows raised at that tidbit of information. He frowned when he saw a paid receipt for the building. The city sold it for the price of one dollar. “What the fuck is she doing?” he muttered, handing the papers over to Gator.
Gator looked them over and shrugged. “I have no idea.”
“Did she say anything about this to Reva?”
Gator shook his head. “Reva has no idea what she’s doing or where she goes every day. She would have told me if she did.”
“Are you sure about that?” Deke asked snidely.
“Yeah boss, I’m sure of my woman.” Gator glared back at him.
“She kept the fact that Cassie was coming to town every day from us, now didn’t she?”
“This isn’t Reva’s fault and you know it,” Gator stated.
“Yeah man, I know it,” Deke agreed finally, as he looked troubled. “This is on Cassie and I’m gonna find out what it is all about before too much longer.”
Gator looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t. He could only hope Deke would let her explain before he blew up at her.
~* * * *~
Later that afternoon, Cassie was back at the clubhouse when the guys got back. She was working in the kitchen with Reva when Deke came in. “Did you and Reva set up a schedule for the barbeque this weekend?”
Cassie glanced at Reva quickly and flushed a bit. “Um, no we haven’t had a chance to talk about it yet.”
“I thought Gator told me this morning he asked her to let you know.”
“I haven’t had a chance, Deke,” Reva told him. “It’s been a little crazy around here today.”
Deke glared at Reva and said, “Don’t make excuses for her.” Then he turned around and stomped off.
Cassie looked confused. “What was all that about?”
Reva just shrugged and went back to work.
Cassie was a bit unsettled. Every time she looked at Deke, Gator or Deacon, they returned her gaze with a glare. Finally, she’d had enough. Rather than confront the problem, she went to Deke’s room and slammed the door.
Deke reached for his drink and glared at the door.
“Why don’t you just ask her about it?” Deacon suggested.
“I shouldn’t have to ask her about this sort of shit,” Deke grumbled as he poured another drink.
Gator and Reva watched as Deke downed the liquor. Both knew that much alcohol and Deke’s temper very often was not a good combination.
Everyone in the clubhouse tonight felt the tension. They all made an early night of it and soon, only Reva, Gator, Deacon and Deke were in the main room.
Finally, Deacon couldn’t stand it anymore and he got up. Walking down the hall, he knocked on Deke’s door and waited for Cassie to answer. A moment later, the door opened and he went inside.
He was there for about ten minutes and when he came back out he didn’t say a word. Gator had seen his jaw muscle twitch, so he had a feeling what transpired hadn’t been to his liking. Gator got to his feet and pulled Reva to hers. “See you in the morning boss.”
~* * * *~
Deke watched them go, then turned his head toward the bedroom door. Without knocking, he threw the door open am it banged against the wall.
Cassie was in bed already, facing away from him and there was a bag packed at the foot of the bed.
“Are you going somewhere?” Deke asked.
“Maybe,” she told him. “It depends on you, doesn’t it?”
“What depends on me?” Deke snapped as he stepped over to the bed.
She turned over and glared at him. “My staying here depends on how big of an ass you’re going to be. If there is something wrong, you have to tell me before I can address it with you.”
“Fuck that,” he growled. “I shouldn’t have to ask you anything. I make the rules here, not you.”
Cassie closed her eyes and turned her back to him.
Deke growled and reached for her shoulder. When his hand closed on her upper arm, he grabbed her tightly.
Cassie screamed and swung her arm to push him off of her. Deke clamped down tighter and Cassie came up swinging. One of her punches caught him just right and for a moment, he saw stars. Then she followed with another hard punch and Deke slid down to the floor, out for the count.
Cassie stood over him breathing heavily. For a moment, she’d forgotten where she was and with who. When her rage cleared, she closed her eyes against the pain in her heart. Dropping to her knees, she cupped his cheek tenderly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.” She sobbed.
Pulling a blanket and a pillow off the bed, she covered him up the best she could. Shoving the pillow under his head, she saw the bruise beginning to form on his jaw. Brushing her tears away, she got to her feet and got dressed. Grabbing the suitcase she packed earlier, she made her way out to the parking lot. Getting into her Jeep, she drove toward town.
~* * * *~
Deke groaned and tried to open his eyes. His whole body hurt this morning and he couldn’t remember why. He didn’t think he’d drank too much. He burrowed into his pillow but something felt off. Opening his eyes, he found himself on the floor. “What the fuck?’ he murmured as he sat up. Rubbing his jaw, he hit a sore spot. Then he remembered what happened. He got up and looked at the empty bed where he saw signs of the struggle between him and Cassie the night before. Checking the foot of the bed, he noticed the suitcase was missing and he groaned. Sitting down on the bed, he rubbed his hands over his face. “Fuck, fuck fuck…” he groaned. He glanced at his watch and noted the time. Four a.m. He didn’t remember what time it had been when he came in here, so he didn’t know how much of a head start Cassie had on him. All he knew was that he had to find her and bring her back with him. He also knew she might n
ot want to return.
Deke got up and went into the bathroom to assess the damage. His right jaw was discolored and a bit swollen. Overall, it wasn’t bad but it hurt like hell. He chuckled when he thought about the fact that little girl could do some damage. Yeah, my Spitfire.
He changed his clothes quickly and headed for the door. He pounded on the door to Gator’s cabin and waited for a moment as a light came on.
When Gator answered the door he was rubbing his eyes and dressed in nothing more than his boxers.
“Get your ass dressed Gator, we gotta find her and bring her back,” Deke ordered as he began walking to another cabin. He pounded on the door and when Deacon answered he said, “Get dressed. We gotta find your niece and bring her home again.”
Deacon turned to get his clothes then turned back to Deke. “I’ll go help you find her but if she doesn’t want to come back here to you, I ain’t going to make her. You blew it buddy, I hope you can understand that.”
Deke stepped closer to Deacon and sneered, “She is my woman. She belongs here with me. Don’t try to stop it from happening or you and me are gonna tangle.”
Deacon narrowed his eyes. “She’s been through enough in her lifetime and I’m not gonna sit back and watch you break her again.”
“Just get your ass dressed and help us find her,” Deke ordered as he walked back to the clubhouse.
A few minutes later, both Gator and Deacon joined him.
Reva came through the kitchen door with a pot of coffee and four cups. She poured them and handed them out.
“Where would she go?” Gator asked.
“Do you think she would go back to Boston to be near Peaches?” Deke asked
“Hell, I have no clue,” Deacon grumbled.
“Do you guys have any brains among you?” Reva muttered.
Deke turned stormy eyes to her and asked, “What did you say?”
Reva slammed her cup down on the table and glared at all three of them. “I asked, if you all had a brain among you?” She glared at him.