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I looked at Leo, directly in the eye. He’d yet to speak, but I knew it was probably because if he did, there would be hell. “I’m gonna get her back even if it kills me.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” he finally murmured. “Because if she doesn’t come back, I’m gonna want that job.”
Optimus smirked and shook his head. “Let’s hear the plan.”
“Huntsman, these are my brothers from Athens.”
Huntsman used a wheelchair inside the building, each of the men took a seat on the sofas that surrounded him while Ripley stood at his father’s side.
I made brief introductions and tried to make things as smooth as possible, but I was nervous as all fucking hell. The women stood behind their men, the hard looks on each of their faces enough to rival any biker in that place.
If the Exiles hadn’t realized yet, Meyah was cherished. Every single person in the club felt protective of her.
I took a deep breath and moved on to the point I was hoping would go smoothly. “Guys, this is Huntsman, Meyah’s dad. And Ripley, one of Meyah’s brothers.”
Huntsman nodded in greeting. “I apologize for not being able to get up and shake your hands, the fucking nurse threatened to strap me down if I tried to get out of this fucking thing. I appreciate you coming.”
“We heard what happened,” Optimus commented. “Sounds like you were pretty lucky.”
“Isiah is a fucking coward,” Huntsman growled. “All talk, all money, but afraid to get his hands dirty.”
“Who is this asshole, and what’s his problem? What does he want with Meyah?” Leo asked seriously, his hands curling into fists. Hadley placed her hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently.
Huntsman sat up straight, rolling his shoulders. “Isiah and I used to be close. He did business with the club, owned a small strip joint back then.”
I listened intently to the story, wanting to really understand what this asshole was about.
“Carly worked there for a while. I’d met her a couple times. Isiah had a thing for her, but she didn’t want to get involved, especially not with her boss.”
“Because he was a fucking psycho,” Blizzard muttered under his breath.
“I went round there one night, he was high on some shit, hassling her about going on a date with him. Things were already going south with the relationship between him and the club. We were heading into more legit, with a few deals on the side, and he was heading in the opposite direction, one that we wanted nothing to fucking do with.”
Trafficking people.
That was one thing you wouldn’t find very often with MC’s. They had too much respect for family, too much fucking pride to be selling someone’s daughter, knowing how they were going to be treated.
“So I offered Carly an out.”
“And knocked her up at the same time,” Leo added for good measure.
“While I was married,” Huntsman added on the top, his face serious. Not ashamed of what he’d done, but just throwing it all out there. “Which she realized when she came to the clubhouse to let me know she had to head home to Athens.”
“Jesus Christ,” Wrench groaned, shaking his head.
“I liked Carly. She was just out to live her life, a free, fucking spirit, always the first to want to take on life and find an adventure,” Huntsman talked fondly about Meyah’s mom, but I could see the confused looks from my brothers and their old ladies.
“Are we talking about the same Carly?” Rose threw out there, knowing we were all thinking the same thing.
Leo huffed out a breath. “Yeah, I remember her being a lot more laid back when I first started dating Kim. Things changed when she had Denver. I don’t know why.”
“Because I came back.” We all spun around to see Carly walk through the doors, tears streaming down her face. Huntsman was out of his chair, ignoring the nurse who was yelling at him to sit down.
She stood there, looking entirely broken, completely destroyed, as Huntsman hobbled toward her, his eyes narrowed.
“She’s eighteen, Carly. You didn’t think in the past eighteen years you could have sent a fucking letter? A note? Maybe a fucking telegram?” Huntsman growled. My brothers were out of their seats in seconds following, feeling the tension starting to rise.
“I came back,” she cried, sounding stronger than I’d ever seen her before, determination written all over on her face. “When Meyah was five, I came back. The club had moved, so I went to Isiah to try and find you. I didn’t know you weren’t friends. I didn’t know he’d seen what we did as some kind of betrayal.”
