“I’m not sure. What I found was a parent company called Jadco. Jadco is tied to the Satans, but I don’t think the Satans own Jadco. I’m guessing they are just local managers or something of that sort. I think there is a bigger fish at the top.”
“Like who?”
I raise my eyebrows. “You really wanna know?”
“No, I just asked for the hell of it.” He’s such a fucking smartass.
“Obviously I don’t know exactly who, but it’s someone untouchable. He or she has taken a remote location like Edinboro and has planted what we all think to be an up-and-up spa. It’s the perfect hiding place for something like this ’cause nobody would suspect Edinboro to be a place where trafficking is on the radar. It’s too small time.”
“I don’t wanna bring this up to the club yet. Keep it on the down low for now. Keep digging and let me know what you find.”
I nod.
He looks toward the door and asks, “How’s things going with that?”
“Better. She’s got a long road ahead of her. I think she asked me to get her some coke about five times last night.” I shrug. “But that is to be expected. She’s starting to detox and feels like shit. You realize her apology to you was a big step?”
“Yeah, I know. I still don’t trust her yet to stay clean.”
I shake my head. “I don’t either. Which reminds me, I’ve left her alone long enough. We done?”
“Yep,” he replies as he stands from his desk. I walk toward his door, and he follows me out. I’d be lying if I said I was not pleased to see Honey and Emma talking quietly at the bar. She’s holding her cup of coffee as if it’s her lifeblood, but that’s okay. I’d rather her be addicted to caffeine than coke.
I walk up to the bar and place my arm around Honey. “Talkin’ ’bout me?”
She laughs. “As if.” At least she still has her sense of humor.
“Come on, Feisty Pants. We’re going for a ride.”
She stands from her bar stool. “But I’m not dressed to ride.”
“Well, let’s fix that.” I smack her on the butt. “Get a move on and get upstairs and get changed.” She turns to head up the steps and realizes I am right behind her.
“Really, Sainte? I can’t even be trusted to change my clothes without you?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Glued at the hip, love,” I reply, and we continue up the stairs. When we get to her room, she goes in and rummages through her things to pick out some riding clothes. “How are you feeling?” I ask her.
She stops, takes a deep breath, and says, “Not great. I feel like a truck hit me, my stomach is queasy, and I want a hit.”
“I like the honesty. If you told me you were fine, I’d know you were lying, and that would not have been acceptable.”
“You forget, Sainte, I’ve been down this road before.”
“Yep, you have.” She quickly changes and is ready in about five minutes. I can’t help but smile. Honey is a no-nonsense kinda girl. She doesn’t spend hours putting on makeup or fretting over what she is going to wear. She never complains about her appearance. She is definitely my kind of girl: beautiful, smart, and low maintenance.
“Let’s go.” We make our way down the stairs and through the clubhouse. Ice and Emma are sitting at the bar, and I holler at them, “We’ll be back in a couple of hours. Gonna go check some things out.”
Ice nods. He knows exactly where I’m heading.
We walk out to my bike, and I get on. I put my helmet on while Honey stands there and waits. I hand her the spare helmet, and she puts it on. “Hop on,” I say, but she hesitates. I start to say something smart to her and then I realize why she is hesitating.Hawk.I wait a couple of seconds and then say, “I won’t bite.”
She laughs and seems to have worked through what was bothering her. I’m sure it was because the last bike she rode on was with Hawk. She gets on and wraps her arms around me. I could get used to this.
I fire up the bike and start to pull forward. We pick up speed and make our way to the gate. The prospects see us coming and start to open it. By the time we get there, we have just enough space to whiz through. We get out on Highway 99, and I give my Harley the full throttle. The bike soars, and I hear Honey giggle. Ain’t nothing better than riding my bike. Well, okay, maybe one thing better. Riding my bike with Honey riding on the back.
I drive straight toward town and the Tranquil Gardens. When we get there and I park, Honey takes off her helmet. “Why are we here?” She hands the helmet to me and says, “Not a repeat of the last time we were here, I hope.”
I chuckle. “Oh, baby, you loved it and you know it. Remember, honesty is the best policy.”
