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"Thank you, Dr. Turner."
We exit the room, I pay for the visit and collect the folder full of pamphlets along with my next appointment, then we leave the clinic. On the short drive back to campus I start thinking about my living arrangements. Not the fact that I share the small dorm apartment with Leah, but that I’m giving serious thought to finding off campus living. My own place away from the hustle and bustle of campus life. Someplace more quiet.
"I think I want to look at apartments off campus tomorrow." I say my thoughts out loud.
"That would be a great idea. What do you think about having an extra roommate? I’m assuming Leah would go with you if you find something, but if we all go in together we can find a larger apartment, maybe even a condo in a decent neighborhood."
That’s not a bad idea.
Chapter Twelve
Gabriel
I should have turned my bike around and taken what’s mine. And Alba is mine. Seeing her in another man’s arms caused rage to bubble up in me. Had it not been for Quinn I would have ripped the fucker to shreds. For once, I was grateful to my brother for sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. But that’s Quinn. And thank fuck. I have no doubt I’d be in jail and charged with murder right about now. Back at the clubhouse, I got off my bike and went inside with Quinn hot on my heels.
"Gabriel, you need to calm the fuck down, brother." He yaks from behind me. Several sets of eyes cut towards us. I ignored them and him as I continue to my room. "What did you expect man? You pushed her away. Hell, you practically kicked the girl out of your bed, brother. It was only a matter of time before someone else claimed her. Alba’s fucking sexy as hell."
Quinn barely got those last words out before I had him pinned up against the wall with my forearm pressed against his throat.
"If you know what’s best for you, I suggest you shut the fuck up about my woman." I snap. "And nobody is claiming her but me. As soon as I get my sister back, I’m going after what’s mine." I growl.
When I see a stupid fucking grin come across my brother’s face, I know what the hell he’s just done. Asshole.
Letting him go, I turn and walk into my room without another word. I could hear Quinn’s chuckle and parting words through my door.
"About time you pulled your head out of your ass."
That shit show happened a week ago. I’m not going to even get started on what happened when Alba came home that weekend. To say I was fuckin’ shocked to see her at the store would have been an understatement. And the look on Alba’s face told me she was just as shocked to see me. When she answered her phone call from another guy right in front of me, it took everything I had in me to walk away. I later found out from Logan that Bella told her sister all us guys were supposed to be gone. It fuckin’ gutted me to think the only way Alba would agree to come home was because she thought I wouldn’t be here. Blake knocking on my office door catches my attention.
"Hey, boss. Prez called a minute ago. Says he’s calling church in an hour. I went ahead and rescheduled your last appointment."
"Alright, man. You go on ahead, I’ll lock up." Forty-five minutes later I’m walking into church and everyone except Jake has already made it. Lighting a cigarette, I take my seat and ignore the murmuring voices around me. When Prez walks in he takes his seat and slams the gavel.
"Reid came to me two days ago with some information he found on Santino. Miguel Santino is one of the FBI’s most wanted men. Has been for the better part of a decade. Recent investigations into him have been of importing and selling women and young girls." Jake informs.
"Son of a fucking bitch." Quinn hisses.
"I highly suspect that the shipment Santino wants us to take care of is not drugs, but women,” Prez adds. "We have a choice here men. We stick with our current plan, or we get the Feds involved. As you all know, ever since Logan’s woman was hurt and almost killed, we voted on taking the club legit. You also know that we’ve not been able to shake the heat on our backs ever since either. Most recently the question on whether or not Gabriel has any relation to Sofia."
"What exactly is it you’re trying to say Prez?" I grit out.
Not taking his eyes off of me, he answers.
"I want to hand Santino’s shipment over to the FBI on a silver fuckin’ platter. And in exchange we agree to clean up our act and take the club legit."
"At the risk of my sister’s goddamn life?" I challenge.
"No, son. To save Leyna’s life. If Santino is selling women, your sister is as good as gone. Can you tell me that you really trust him to turn her over to you after he’s gotten what he’s wanted?" Jake questions. With a slight nod of my head, I give Jake my answer. With all the brothers in agreement, Prez pulls the landline phone sitting on the table toward him. Punching in a number and placing the call on speaker, the phone rings three times before someone answers.
"Agent Taylor."
"This is Jake Delane. You have a deal."
The line is silent for a moment before Taylor speaks again.
"Call me when you have a meetup scheduled." Then the line goes dead.
"Alright, now with that shit out of the way, I’m going to tell you all what’s really going to happen." Cutting his eyes to me, "Gabriel, you remember that promise I made you?" I sit up straighter in my seat.
