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“I’m serious.”
“Yeah. I get that. Thanks for keeping me in the loop.” He really wanted to get off the phone so he could look into this little shit messing with Liza.
“You’re welcome. Now don’t do anything stupid.”
He grunted, unable to make that promise and hung up. Someone fucked with his girl and someone was going to get a visit.
Race walked out to the common area and found Chris, Jed, Tuck and Darren sitting around shooting the shit.
“I need one of you to look up a kid named Clay Walker on Facebook.” Race loathed social media. That’s why he didn’t have it and why he had insisted to Eve that the kids did not get it until they were out of school. There was too much shit on social media that brainwashed kids and tore them down. Life was hard enough without having 24/7 access to negativity.
Jed pulled his phone out and had him pulled up in a few minutes. “This him?” He turned his phone so Race could get a good look at him. Looked like a cocky little shit, so it was probably him.
“Don’t know. Does it say he attends Redemption High and plays football?”
“Yes.”
“Does it say where he lives?” Race ran a hand over his jaw.
“Yeah. There’s an address.” Jed rattled it off. “What an idiot. He’s just asking for someone to kidnap him.”
“Excellent.” Race didn’t comment on what a dim wit the kid was. It went without saying since his address was out there for the world to see. The address Jed gave him was in a nicer part of town where people with money lived in huge houses and had manicured lawns.
Time to put the fear of God in this kid. He headed for the door with no further conversation.
“Pres, where are you going?” Tuck yelled at his disappearing back.
“To pay the little fucker a visit.”
“Did he do something to Derrick?” Jed exchanged curious glances with the others as they got up and followed Race.
“No. He put on Facebook that he had sex with Liza.”
That was all his brothers needed to know. No one messed with a Sons family member, especially a Sons princess. The guys all hopped on their bikes and followed Race to Clay Walker’s house.
They pulled their bikes to a stop in front of a two-story colonial home with a circle drive in front of the house. They shut off their bikes and were headed for the door when Derrick’s Chevelle pulled in behind them. What the fuck was his son doing here?
He waited for Derrick to join them. “What are you doing here?”
“I heard Mom telling you what Clay did to Liza and I’m going to kick his ass. You’ll go to jail, but I’m still a minor so they can’t send me.”
Damn. Race didn’t know wether to be pissed he showed up or proud that he had his sister’s back. “For now, let’s go talk to him and then we’ll decide if you’re going to kick his ass while I kick his dad’s.” He dropped his hand on his son’s shoulder and shook him back and forth as he teased him. Derrick smiled and that’s what Race had been looking for. He hated that Eve had been right about Derrick getting his temper from him. She’d been telling him how overprotective he was of both his sisters for a couple of years now. It wasn’t until now that he’d witnessed it himself that he got it.
Race led the way up the two steps to the front door. He pushed the doorbell and waited. It didn’t take long for someone to answer the door. From his age, Race guessed him to be Clay’s father. Just by his looks alone he didn’t seem like the kind of man to raise his son to spread rumors about girls.
“Hello, Derrick.” He glanced between Derrick and Race, then over Race’s shoulder to the other four men at their back.
“Hello, Mr. Walker. This is my dad, Race.”
“Hello. What can I do for you?”
“If you wouldn’t mind, Derrick and I would like to have a word with your son, Clay.”
The man’s eyes dropped down to his cut, then over his shoulder once again, then back to Derrick.
“I’m not sure what business my son would have with your,” he wasn’t sure what to call them. “Group?”
“Club. We’re called a club.” Race had to give him points for not immediately opening the door and turning a group of bikers loose on his son just to save his own ass.
