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“What the fuck are you grinnin’ about over there?” Grady asked. The old fuck was a holdover from the days when Tripp and Mack’s fathers had been in the club. It was amazing that he was still able to hold his bike up, but then again, the club was all he had since his old lady passed away a few years ago.
That woman had been a real ride or die bitch. She was old school, hard core, and just that touch of soft when she needed to be. She kept most of the men in the clubhouse on their toes, the whores in line, and the hangers on scared to death to try to prospect for us. Marge had been the front line in weeding out the weak ass bastards who thought hanging out with an MC would make them cool. She was sorely missed around here.
It made me think of Nova all over again. She seemed too soft to be that type of old lady, but then again, there were moments were her own fire burned fast and hard and she wasn’t afraid to snap back. An empty, balled up pack of smokes hit me in the middle of my face. I glared over in Grady’s direction to find him laughing at me.
“Lost to that pussy already?” He asked.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Nah, he hasn’t managed to get in her panties yet, that’s why he’s here grinning off into space daydreaming about it,” Trench informed him, as if he could read my fucking mind.
“She needs to know she’s worth waiting for,” I mumbled.
“That’s a good man. Waited for my Margie. She made me wait until the fifth date before I even got a touch of tit. After I pinched her nipples, and she damn near shot off like a rocket, her panties disappeared.” Grady cackled around his beer bottle.
“Not giving her five dates.”
“How many have you had?”
“Just the one. Gonna take her out tomorrow. That’ll make two.”
“Let me guess,” Trench jumped in as he threw his cards down to fold. “You’re going to give her three dates and the third one’s the charm?” I grinned and tipped my bottle toward him in a beer salute.
Scout breezed through the room, and I moved to stop her. “Told you, we can’t go there so long as you’re in a committed relationship. Besides, I like Nova and wouldn’t do that to her.”
“It’s not about that. I have something I need looking into. Meant to ask you about it the other day, and thought to get Wiz involved, but not sure he’s up to the task.”
“What is it?”
“Honestly, not sure you’re up to it either, but I have no one else to ask.” I got up and moved Scout off to the side, so we could speak without being overheard.
Scout eyed me curiously. “If it’s about Nova, I already ran her background and told you everything there was to know.”
“It’s not about her. It’s about Ash.”
“Fuck, Breakneck. You’re killing me. You know that anything I find about her won’t be believed, right?”
“That’s why we’re going to string an outside source to tail her, but I need to know who you would go to if you needed video and photographic proof of what she’s been up to.”
“You have suspicions about her?”
“Anyone paying attention should have suspicions about what she’s up to. No realtor works the hours she does. Nova might as well be Knox’s mom for all the time she spends with him. If Kip doesn’t have that kid, Nova does. Never Ash. That in itself is fucking off kilter. She might have it out for the club because she felt we ruined her life when she made that shit decision to fuck Bagger and Mitzi all those years ago, but this is something different. I remember that girl. She wouldn’t just shove her kid off on other people the way she does unless there is a good damn reason for it.”
Scout bobbed her head up and down as if she agreed with me. “I didn’t know her back then since I wasn’t around, but the whole situation never sat right with me, and not just because it cost me Kip.”
“Darlin’ you are not alone in that. Need her followed discreetly. Video, photos, audio if it’s possible without her noticing. No telling what she’s getting up to either, so we can’t have her bugged personally. It has to be someone with the time to keep an eye on her and not get spotted.”
“I’ll get it worked out and have someone on her by the end of the week.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Breakneck!” I turned to see Tripp standing at the edge of the bar and walked over to see what he needed. “We need to talk in my office.”
“What’s up?” He waited to answer until we got there.
“Have a seat,” he offered as he inclined his head to indicate the chair in front of his desk. I took the seat and waited for him to move around the desk and turn his laptop to face me. “This came in about an hour ago. Before you start bitching, I only saw it a minute before I went out to the commons to find you. Charmers picked it up off the ground when he swapped to gate duty tonight. Someone took advantage of a gap in their shift change to toss it there, sight unseen.”
He tossed the envelope my way, but my eyes were scanning the video feed on the laptop. A dark, older model Buick slid up close to the front gate and someone opened the door as they cruised by and managed to fling the thick envelope far enough that it slid under the gate. A minute later, Charmers is seen on camera picking it up and looking around. He calls for someone on his cell and Grips comes out to snag the thing and bring it inside.
