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He started walking forward until he was standing directly in front of me.
I looked down at him, watching him survey me for long seconds, before he finally came to a decision.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for a man like you to show up. Maybe now she can stop being so scared all the time,” he said roughly before holding out his hand for me to shake.
I took it.
“Thanks,” I shook his hand. “I’d give my life for her.”
“She deserves that and more, my boy,” he noted. “I can tell you’re a good man, though. You’ve been honest with me, and I appreciate that in a man.”
I agreed. She did. Wholeheartedly. Channing deserved more than me, but I knew a good thing when I had it.
Which was why the subject of our next topic wasn’t going to be a pleasant one, and I wasn’t sure he was going to take it all that well.
I had to tell him Channing’s life was in danger all because of me, and I just knew he was going to serve me his fist once I was done. He would be mad, and I wouldn’t blame him one bit.
However, I wasn’t going anywhere, and he’d have to pry my dead fingers out of hers before I ever let her go again.
“So let me catch you up to speed on how your daughter and I met. Maybe you can offer me some insight on your daughter. What you think I should do,” I said tiredly.
So I explained all that had gone on up until this point.
I told him about the undercover operation. I told him about how I met his daughter. I told him about finishing the operation, and the subpoena to testify. I told him about the death threats, and how I left for three months to try to get away from said threats.
But I also told him how much I cared for Channing. How much I wanted to keep her safe.
I asked for advice on what he thought I should do when it came to her, and surprisingly, it was good.
“Talk to her. She’s got a smart head on her shoulders. She also knows when to cut and run. Which she would’ve done a very long time ago if you hadn’t somehow gained her trust. Confide in her. She needs to be needed. And by the sound of it,you do too,” he told me sagely.
***
Later that night
“Goddamn, but I told that asshole that neither he, nor I, was allowed to open the box, but he was persistent. Put me in cuffs when I refused to open it. So I had to watch as he broke the electronic seal on the back doors,” Colton groaned. “He throws the back doors open, and I see from my position in the back of the cop car when he realizes what he’d just done. Ten minutes later, I hear the whomp-whomp-whomp, of two Apache’s heading towards us at a dead fucking sprint. Officer Dick scrambles out of the back of the box to see men start repelling from themotherfuckin’ Apache’s and landing on the ground. They were aiming weapons at everyone, and I was in the backseat laughing my ass off.”
I looked at him in stunned surprise.
“You didn’t know what you were transporting?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Negative. I only knew that it was something important. I had to call them with hourly updates. This was my fourth haul for this particular company, and I continued to do it since it paid so much. Should’ve known it was the fucking government.”
Sebastian, Cleo, Sterling, Trance, Kettle and I were all gathered around the bar at Halligans and Handcuffs, the bar and grill that the Dixie Wardens MC just recently opened.
Channing was in the corner, surrounded by all the old ladies, while Colton told us about his last haul he’d just completed.
“Goddammit, Loki, I fucking told you that you couldn’t have your dog here anymore.” Dixie growled from across the bar.
I turned to find him holding onto Lucy’s collar with a ferocious frown on his face.
“And I told you that, as soon as you refused to let Trance’s dog in here, I would stop bringing Lucy,” I said just before taking a sip of my beer.
“And I told you, that Trance’s dog knows fucking obedience! Your dog was just eating through a big ass fucking bag of tortilla chips,” he thundered.
I glared back at him. “What the fuck were the chips doing on the ground where he could reach them?”
Dixie picked up the closest thing, which happened to be a salt shaker, and launched it at me. “It was on the top shelf of the pantry, dillweed!”
