“What happened?” I ask when I get next to him. He shakes his head and looks over his shoulder when the doors to the clubhouse open.
“What do we have?” Cason, our president barks out as he makes his way over to us.
“No fucking idea. One of the prospects just came to me saying something about a bitch being outside the doors. I came out here and seen her.” My old man runs a hand through his greying hair and looks up towards the sky.
“She looks fucking familiar.” I state, leaning down to see her face better.
“Like who?” Prez questions.
“Remember that bitch that had Dom’s kid?” They both look back over to her, I see Cason pull out his phone and dial a number. A couple months ago, Dom got word that she skipped town while she was out on bail. Maybe she fucked with the wrong person this time. All I know is that she got what she deserved.
“D, I need you here now.” He pauses for a second before he says anything else. “I don’t give a fuck what you’re in the middle of; I need you here right fuckin’ now.” He hangs up and I stand up.
“Why the fuck would someone dump her on our doorstep?” my old man asks from beside me.
“No idea,” Prez says. He dials another number and when I hear the tone, I know he’s talking to Danvers. “I need you to get to the clubhouse, but I want it silent. No radioing it in until we talk.” He hangs up again and I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I see Spencer’s name on the screen.
Spencer: I’m running on fumes right now because I couldn’t get your picture out of my mind. We landed three hours ago and we’ve been on the go since. Shitty.
I can’t help but grin at that. River begged me to send Spencer a photo last night. Hell, she even volunteered to take it for me. She all but pulled my tee shirt off of me and forced me to stand where she wanted and everything. I’m glad to know that her idea made him have a long night thinking about me. If I’m honest, he’s pretty much the only thing I could think about too. The alcohol couldn’t even keep my mind off him for long.
Before I can type out a message back, I hear a Harley come roaring into the lot behind us. When we all turn, we see Dom getting off his bike and making his way towards us. “This shit better be good.” Dom grumbles out. When he comes to stop next to me, I see his eyes widen with surprise. At least we know he didn’t do this.
“What the fuck happened?” His voice is tense and you would think that he’d be happy that this bitch was dead.
“No idea.” My dad states. “I have a prospect getting the tape from last night and this morning, but it had to be after six am. That’s when I got here and that bitch was nowhere in sight.” His phone starts to ring and he answers it walking away.
We stand there staring at the body for a good twenty minutes before Danvers comes up behind us. “What the fuck happened?” He asks, looking between the three of us.
“No fuckin’ clue. Haven’t looked at the tapes yet.” Danvers nods his head and makes his way over to the body. He checks a few things before he looks over his shoulder at us.
“You boys didn’t do this shit, did you?” he asks. He takes in her face, I know he’s putting together who she is.
“No. We didn’t do shit. One of the prospects found her out here.” Prez grits out. He’s pissed that someone had the balls to toss her on our doorstep. Whoever it is probably knows our relation with her. The prospect comes out with a tablet and brings it over to us. Danvers comes over and Prez hits the play button. We watch the tapes for a few minutes before we see a couple of men in all black. They look around before dumping the body on the ground. When they turn to walk away, we get a glimpse at one of their faces.
Prez pauses the video and takes a screenshot. He taps at the screen and sends the photo over to Danvers. “I’ll start running facial recognition on the photo and I’ll let you know what I find out. I’m going to need to call this shit in now.”
“Do what you need to. Let me know if you need anything from us.” They shake hands and Danvers walks away to place a call to his department. One good thing about having Danvers on our side is that he doesn’t jump to conclusions. He finds the facts before he immediately blames us for shit. Plus he knows we only do what we have to in order to protect our own.
We don’t kill women for the hell of it. If anything we protect them even if they don’t always deserve it. A few more of the guys start to show up and everyone’s attention is focused on the dead girl. “I need to head out.” I state, looking over at my pops and Prez.
“Where the fuck you going?” My dad clips.
“Babysitting for that shithead brother of mine.” I state. He nods his head before turning towards Prez.
“We need to call church when we have more info on the fuckers who dropped her here.” Prez nods his head and looks back over to me.
“Tell B what is going on and make sure you both are on high alert. I don’t want anything else happening.” I nod and make my way into the clubhouse to shower.
Once I’m showered and dressed, I make my way out to my bike. Now there are even more brothers gathered around and I’m actually thankful that I have a date with the coolest little kids I know.
Chapter Six
The time we’ve interviewed the victims’ families, I have a sneaking suspicion that the boyfriends are either the same person or in on it together. Each of the families spoke highly of the boyfriend, yet didn’t have photos of their daughter’s with the men in question. The only thing that makes sense is that they are in fact the same person.
Taking a seat at the conference table at the station, I start to scan over the photos again to see if I missed anything.
“You’re going to wear yourself out.” Canaan says as he takes a seat next to me. He pulls the photo out of my hand and starts to look at it.
“Naw, I’m good. I’m just trying to link the boyfriend. I think they are all the same guy.” I point to the photo and he looks at it intently. “See this tattoo?” He nods his head, so I grab the next one and point it out on that photo too. “Here it is again.” He reaches for the other photo and it’s in that one as well.
“Shit,” he breathes. “What is the chance that three men have the same exact tattoo in three different towns?”
“It’s very slim.” I reply. Not that he really cares the answer. He is thinking the same thing I am now. My phone buzzes with a new message in my pocket. My mind flashes to the biker, but checking the time on my watch, I see that it’s a little past midnight there. We’ve been up for more than twenty-four hours. Rubbing my palms over my eyes, I stifle a yawn and lean back in my chair.
“You going to ignore it?” When I look over at Canaan, he has a grin on his face. “If I had the attention of a hot woman, I definitely wouldn’t be ignoring it.” I shake my head at him and he just laughs. We are pretty much the only ones still here in the precinct besides the cops that are on the night shift.
“Let’s head out. You can go talk to lover boy at the hotel.” I sigh and get up from my seat. As much as I want to talk to the biker, I’m more interested in sleeping. Tomorrow we have an early wakeup call and I’m already dreading it.
By the time we pull up to the hotel, I’m dragging ass and so is Canaan, I don’t have to listen to him telling me to go talk to the biker. I make my way to my room and he makes his way to his without another word. Closing the door behind me, I pull my phone out and hit the message button.
Seeing his words on my screen, I feel my body heat up. Shit.
Your Sexy Biker: Tell me you’re coming back to town soon.
I groan and sit on the edge of the bed. My bag is sitting in the corner of the room, but I don’t bother moving for it. The only thing I need right now is my phone charger and I left that at the station.
Me: Won’t know probably until tomorrow. I’m hoping we do though.
His response is almost instant. Part of me wonders if he was waiting for my message to come through.
My Sexy Biker: What are you doing ri
ght now?
My dick hardens at his message and I run my hand on the outline of my dick through my jeans.
Me: Just got back to my room. You?
I am playing with fire right now. Part of me wants to continue the messaging and imagining the way his body felt against mine, but the other part of me is exhausted and ready to pass the fuck out. My curiosity wins out like always as I wait impatiently for his next message.
My Sexy Biker:
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