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Hiding my smile, I placed the infant seat on King’s desk, and he groaned, “Jesus, Frank. Did you have to do that? I was sleeping good.”
“Not my problem. We need to talk.”
Running his hands down his tired face, he muttered, “About what?”
“I can’t do it.”
“Do what?”
“Help Claudia. I’m needed at the distillery. I can’t be babysitting and helping a woman who doesn’t want my help. Have Enigma help her. He’s her brother, after all.”
“Enigma can’t. He’s got his own special project to worry about.”
“Since when?”
“Since Mike called and told me that Sugar’s ex-husband got paroled due to overcrowding and has since disappeared. Look, Frank, I don’t need to tell you what that man is capable of or what he’s done to Sugar in the past. The man is dangerous.”
I nodded.
He was right. John Stanley was nothing more than a cruel husband who tormented and physically abused Sugar, damn near killing her the last time when she tried to stop him from going after her boys. When the former sheriff went to arrest him, it turned into a free-for-all and if it wasn’t for Enigma and Scribe, the man would have killed her. He was supposed to be serving twelve to eighteen years in prison for what he did to Sugar.
“Which reminds me,” King added. “You need to sleep at the clubhouse for the foreseeable future. Enigma needs your place at the distillery for Sugar and her boys.”
“Why? Move her into the clubhouse. She’ll be safer here. Asshole won’t come here.”
“There’s no fucking room, Frank. I’ve got the ladies from the Golden Skulls occupying the cabins. I’ve got three spare rooms upstairs, but with the terrible threesome returning any day now, I can’t give their rooms away.”
Shit. That’s right.
Three of our club brothers were due back from delivering Hell’s Breath up and down the east coast. While most people hired distributors to deliver products, King preferred the face-to-face approach. That, and he trusted no one else with Hell’s Breath. Only those loyal to the Sons of Hell. While I was happy to hear my brothers were coming home, those three were a handful. They didn’t get the name the Terrible Threesome for nothing.
“So, that’s why you’re giving Sugar my spare room at the distillery?”
King nodded. “Only until the authorities find her ex-husband. You remember what that bastard did to her last time? You really want to chance him finding her at home?”
“No,” I muttered, feeling like crap for even thinking of denying her a safe place to hole up. Sugar was a sweet woman. Always nice to me. She didn’t deserve what she was going through.
King was right.
The last time Sugar’s ex-husband got his hands on her, he put the owner of Sugar’s Creamery in the hospital for two weeks.
It was bad.
Really bad.
To make matters worse, the former sheriff didn’t think to have a deputy guard her room and the asshole snuck in and almost finished the job. It was only by chance that Enigma and Scribe had stopped by the hospital to check on Sugar and stopped the fucker.
“Sugar needs protection. So, whatever problem you have with Claudia, you need to figure it out and fix it yourself.”
Nodding, I picked up the infant carrier and left King’s office.
Well, shit.
What was I going to do now? There was no way I wanted to chance Sugar’s ex finding her or the boys. She needed a safe place, and there was none better than the distillery. That place was a veritable Fort Knox with all the security King had installed.
No one was sneaking in there without the entire club finding out.
“Hey, Frank!”
