“We’re not talking about my honeymoon.” He told Lawless, knowing that if he said one word about how happy he was, it would be around the clubhouse like smoke. “What’ve you got for me?”
“Well. I had fun, if you must know. It was a nice way to relax this morning.” Only Lawless would think so. “I’m sending you a file through the portal.”
The MC had a private online portal to share intel that no spyware could penetrate. It became helpful in sharing sensitive material.
“What’s your take?”
“You were right to be suspicious.”
Behind him, Sunny poked his hip. “Who are you talking to? We’re supposed to be AWOL from the club.” She stage-whispered, but Lawless heard and chuckled darkly.
He turned and winked at her. “Shush a minute, baby.”
“The little wifey is giving you grief already.”
“Like yours doesn’t.” Seb countered.
“I’m older.”
“So?”
“It’s my answer for everything, kid.”
It didn’t matter that Seb was approaching thirty in a couple of years. Everyone was a kid to Lawless. And none of the younger members gave a shit about it. Lawless was someone to learn shit from. If Lawless didn’t know something, it wasn’t worth knowing.
“What were you saying?”
“Thanks to the many camera angles, by the way, I fucking love it when a place has different angles to work with. Makes my dick giddy as fuck. We see the guy enter the hotel at two-thirty-six p.m. He parked in the bar and waited until you and Sunny appeared four hours later.”
Shit.
“You and the Mrs. were too wrapped up sucking face with each other to notice you had an audience the whole time.”
Fucking shit.
Seb’s blood ran cold.
He should have noticed he was being watched.
Running a hand over his hair, he turned to watch Sunny enjoying the last of her cotton candy. She stuck her tongue out at him, and he saw it was blue.
“It gets better, depending on how you look at it. As soon as you took off, he sprang into action, ordered a bottle, had it opened, and while the bartender was busy, he slipped a mickey into it.”
“Motherfucker.” Seb spat, and Sunny’s eyes widened. He waved off her concern and turned away again.
“Not sure what the stuff would have done since you poured it out. Might have only given you the shits, or it could have killed you both. I doubt it was a kidnapping attempt. Too public. The guy didn’t stick around to see what happened either way. He left by the entrance. I lost him when he walked on foot and didn’t get a ride.”
Though in public with Sunny, he controlled his anger, his fist clenched as his rage simmered.
It was no longer childish pranks.
Someone had followed them, came into their private space, and attempted to fucking drug him and his wife.
For that alone, for that small fact, this fucking cunt had approached Sunny when she was unguarded and attempted to befriend her with a kind gesture. The guy was walking his last free steps. It didn’t matter what Seb had to do to find him. He’d be found and dealt with.
“Did he speak with anyone else?”
“Negative. Not in or out of the hotel. I couldn’t spot anyone else casing you.”
