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“This puts Unwanted Bastards and Hellfire at odds,” Chance warned.
“So be it. Any female, Hellfire or not, who turned to us for help would receive aid. I’ll not betray Alice’s trust because you hid shit from her and made her own choices,” Inglorious fired back.
There was an awkward silence.
“Be a shame for those years of friendship to circle the drain,” Chance replied.
Inglorious stiffened. He’d not be blackmailed.
“I’m gonna do you a favour and forget you just made that threat. Because it would be a real fucking shame to allow this shit to come between our clubs. I have a lady upstairs in my bed, sobbing her heart out because she is heartbroken. She’s been betrayed by those she thought were her family, only to turn out to be a kidnap victim. Alice is struggling with the knowledge her uncle murdered and raped her parents. She has a living grandfather and is rich beyond her wildest dreams. On top of that, Alice was chased through the fuckin’ mountains last night, and the bitch she thought was a friend isn’t,” Inglorious stated.
“I’m worried about her!” Diesel yelled.
“So am I. Alice turned to me because she trusted me to give her the space. She needs to get some clearance. I’m gonna give her that. If you want to lose her, keep pushing. Because Alice will fracture and run. Understand that you have feelings for her, dude, and so do I.” A growl met his words. “You got in first, and I’ll respect that. What I won’t do is disrespect the trust your woman placed in me. As long as she requires it, Alice has a bunk at Unwanted Bastards. If you want to bring Hellfire to us, so be it. But be prepared. Unwanted Bastards will not hand her over. Make your fuckin choice!” Inglorious stated and cut the line.
He rubbed a palm over his face. What a fuck up. But he meant what he’d said. As long as Alice needed time, she’d get it.
Diesel
“Got a problem,” Big Al mentioned, sticking his head in the room.
“Another one?” Chance grumbled.
“A convoy of cars just arrived. Guess the rich bastard is here,” Big Al stated, and Diesel groaned. Again? This fucker wasn’t backing off.
Last night Willoughby had thrown his weight around that Alice had fled. It had led to some nasty arguing, and Onyx had told Willoughby to get off his land. Now they were back on Hellfire; Diesel guessed it was time for round two. Diesel rose to his feet and followed Chance into the rec room.
“Found my grandchild yet?” Willoughby demanded.
“Yup,” Chance answered and left it hanging.
“Where is she?” Willoughby asked.
“Somewhere safe. Alice said she needs time and space,” Diesel responded.
“Are you pissing with me, son? I haven’t seen my grandbaby for over twenty years. You’re going to tell me where she is, and her fucking name is Alexis!” Willoughby roared.
“Just because you have fuckin’ money, don’t walk in here thinking your dick’s bigger than mine. Alice, as she likes to be called, needs space, and she’s gonna get what she wants. Not what some rich asshole demands. Consider the shocks she has just been dealt. My girl needs time, and we’ll give it to her,” Diesel bellowed back.
He gave a mental shrug at the expression Chance shot at him. Yeah, he was parroting Inglorious. Who cared?
“Your girl,” Willoughby sneered.
“Claimed her. She is mine. Get used to having a biker for a grandson-in-law,” Diesel taunted.
Willoughby gave him such a look of derision Diesel was amazed his nuts didn’t shrivel up. But he wasn’t backing down. Willoughby surprised them all by throwing his head back, laughing.
“You got balls, son. Most would cringe and show me their ass. I’ve waited nearly twenty-four years. I can wait a few more days. Sit your fuckin’ asses down and tell me what my files don’t,” Willoughby said, moving and sitting down.
The door opened, and Clio pranced in with Thalia behind her. Maylene, their grandmother, and Rose, Shotgun’s grandmother, followed.
Willoughby’s eyes widened.
“Now then, no one informed me that Maylene Dixon was in town,” Willoughby spoke.
“Seems your boys missed something,” Diesel sneered as Maylene trotted across the floor and hugged Willoughby tightly.
“Found them?” he asked.
