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“I didn’t kidnap you, Dove, and I can talk to them only when I have cause. I don’t have that.” He tipped his head to the side. “Yet. If I get the Iron Fiends, I’ll be a shoo-in for US attorney general.”
I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. As if I cared about Dad becoming US attorney general. “This is ridiculous. I don’t want anything to do with your job, Dad. I thought I made that pretty clear when I moved and told you I wanted nothing to do with you.” Being the perfect daughter while living under a microscope was not my cup of tea. I had lived that life for twenty years, and I had been done with it for the past eight. When my mom died, her funeral was a circus and publicity stunt for my dad. He had become the grieving star attorney who was favored by the governor to become the Texas state attorney general.
“I need your help.”
“The Iron Fiends are not up to anything illegal that concerns you, Dad,” I pleaded. “They are just a motorcycle club.”
He splayed out his hands. “Then, if that is true, you finding out what they are up to shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Sloane is dating one of the members, Dad, not me. I can’t exactly just barge in there and ask them what they’re doing while we drink margaritas and braid each other's hair.” Sure, I had spent time with the club when we had been at the hotel for the book signing, but that was weeks ago. Plus, it wasn’t like the clubhouse was just down the street, and I could just pop in. It was over an hour away.
Dad shook his head. “I need your help, and you are going to help me.”
“Or what?” I asked.
“Or everything you have will be gone. That nice apartment, car, and trust fund will all disappear. That shitty job you love so much will be the only income you have.”
“You can’t do that,” I insisted. “At least not my trust fund. That is from Mom.”
Dad shrugged. “It may be from your mother, but I am the one who is the trustee. I say who gets what and when.”
“Mother left that money for me, Dad,” I insisted.
He sat back in his chair. “Find out what the Iron Fiends are up to, and I’ll sign the whole thing over to you.”
I tipped my head to the side. “You’ve always told me you can’t do that. I only get my set amount every month, and that’s it.”
He pursed his lips. “Your mother had a clause added that says if I think you are ready for the whole amount, you can have it.”
I reared back. “Are you serious?” I demanded. “I’m twenty-eight years old, Dad! How on earth do you think that I am not prepared to take care of my own trust?” For years, he had held the trust over my head. I couldn’t do anything with it without his permission. I always thought if my mother knew how big of a dick he was being with the money, she would roll over in her grave and come beat his ass.
“Prove it to me,” he offered. “You do this for me, and your trust will be yours to do what you want with.”
“All of it?” I asked.
He nodded and took a sip of his drink. “All of it.”
The phone ringing knocked me out of my daydream, and I scrambled for the phone. “Yeah?” I called.
“I’ll be there in an hour. I need to finish up some laundry and pack. Aero wasn’t too happy about not picking me up, but I promised him some alone time when we got there later.”
“Girl,” I laughed. “How are you still doing laundry? You knew all week that you were heading to the clubhouse. And Aero can have you the second we get there. Maybe I can get Dice, Fade, and Pirate to play poker with me.”
“I forgot,” she mumbled.
I shook my head. “I think you mean you got caught up in a good book, and suddenly it’s Friday afternoon with a finished book and a pile of dirty laundry.”
“I plead the fifth,” she muttered. “Be ready in an hour. I’m just slow rolling by, so be ready to tuck and roll into the car.”
She ended the call, and I got back to packing.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to go about finding out if the Iron Friends were up to no good, but I knew I would need to be adequately dressed. Maybe even a little sexy, too?
I flopped onto the bed and let out a strangled cry.
What on earth was I getting myself into?
My gut told me the Iron Fiends were clean, and I wasn’t going to have anything to report back to my dad, but there was a little pit in my stomach, afraid that I was going to blow up not only the Iron Fiends but also the happiness Sloane had found with Aero.
