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I clear my throat. “We should leave,” I tell him, and pull away, taking a few deep breaths that seem to bring back some control.
“You good now?” Tate asks.
I nod and point at the open door. He steps closer, silent as he examines what’s inside, and a fresh set of goosebumps washes over me.
“That fucker was just here,” he says and tugs me away from the vehicle to a safe distance. “That shit wasn’t there when I came over.”
I shake my head. There just aren’t any words.
“He’s fucking crazy. And bold. That’s for sure. And as for you, what the hell? This is serious shit you kept from me. Your pride is going to get you killed one of these days.”
“Okay, you’re right. I thought it’d blow over, but it’s gotten worse. A lot worse. He’s out of control.”
“Before we leave, I want you to go back inside and bring me every creepy thing this asshole has left here. I know it can’t be the first time he’s done this.”
“Okay.”
He pushes a lock of my hair behind my ear. His eyes piercing mine. “No more secrets, Got it?”
“Fine,” I tell him, although I want to say that I can’t go back and change anything, except maybe to tell him sooner. “Let’s just move forward.”
“Yeah. I’ll clean this shit up. Bring out a garbage bag for your stash of stalker memorabilia. Once we’re done here, we’ll drop off your stuff at the clubhouse. Then I’ll take you to work.”
“Okay.”
“How long is your shift tonight?”
“A few hours.”
“Fine… and when I find this crazy motherfucking asshole—”
“I get the picture.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice.
Chapter 7
Tate
“Where’s everybody at?” I call out through the unusually empty clubhouse, hoping for a quick meeting if the MC executives are around. It’s strange to see the place this quiet, even for a weeknight. Molly carries her duffel bag to one of the wooden benches near the main entrance and takes a seat. She looks tired as hell. She has to work a shift tonight. There’s not enough time for her to relax.
I catch sight of three sack demons hanging out around one of the tables near the bar. They look up from the card game they’re playing. Two of them flash me a flirtatious grin and try to wave me over. I quickly glance over my shoulder at Molly to see her reaction.
She doesn’t react.
Not even a little.
And that bugs me for the first time in well, ever.
I can’t figure out why, but as I have a habit of overthinking irrelevant shit. Bolting past the three groupies, I step around the bar and get myself a nice size shot of whiskey. I start to pour one for Molly and hear heavy footsteps before noticing Silas coming down the stairs. Finding a third glass under the counter, I fill it up.
“Rough day at the office?” he asks and steps up to his drink.
“Not bad. We got an internal issue though. I could use a short meeting to give everyone the details.”
Before he can answer, the rest of the MC executive show up from different parts of the clubhouse. Axe and Cole come in from the main floor hallway, and Dean, our top potential candidate for Road Captain, walks in from outside through a side door. They each nod over at Molly, who doesn’t move from her spot on the bench. Which is all kinds of strange because all the other times she’s visited, she made herself at home. I shake my head. There isn’t a goddamn thing that’s normal about this evening.
“What’s going on, brother?” Silas asks as Cole, Axe, and Dean join us at the bar.
I pour a few more drinks. “There’s a member of another Satan’s Saints chapter who’s been out of line and needs schooling,” I say, then turn to Silas. “Did Sabrina fill you in?”
“Yeah. I know about the original request, but I didn’t hear anything about another chapter.”
“That’s because I didn’t mention it to Sabrina,” Molly confirms, stepping forward toward us.
“It’s Jett Williams,” I say to the boys. “Louisiana Chapter. The idiot’s gone off the rails.”
