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I took a quick shower after I hung up with Gia. It had been years—hell decades maybe since I had cum in my bed with my hand wrapped around my cock with no woman in sight. Still, what I just shared with my woman was one of the best things I’ve ever experienced in my life. After drying off and getting dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, I decided to check in to see if I had any new information. I have been hacking into the police station in Phoenix as well as the D.A.’s office. I’ve found nothing. I was just hoping that Ghost would have more luck. I wasn’t holding my breath, though.
I moved through the small hall of the clubhouse. This place was a far cry from the DeLuca compound. I’m pretty sure it used to be an old roadhouse and was made from rough lumber and cinderblocks. It was oddly comfortable, but this place wasn’t my scene. I knew immediately my Gia would hate it. What’s more if she showed up here and saw all the strippers on the poles in the front bar area—along with other members getting off in various ways with what EZ and the others described as club candy—means that my Kitten would lose her cool to find me here. There’s no way she’d make it in this lifestyle. I doubt I would either, because these guys look at women like a dessertbar they’re going to devour. If one of them even tried to look at Gia like that, I’d have to kill the bastard.
The only woman I’ve seen them act half-way respectable around is Liberty, and I am pretty sure they do that because they are afraid of her. The woman has brass balls from everything I can see.
I make it to the computer room, which is filled with computers and huge ass screens. There are eight large, mounted screens that show different camera angles outside that filter through on a timer to show sixteen different views. One thing is for sure, they don’t lax on security for the club. Some of this stuff is more advanced than what DeLuca has. I’ll have to talk with him about that. I notice there are also some gaming stations set up at the far end of the room. Who knew bikers got off on video games? I shrug the thought away as I look at the man behind the biggest computer—a MAC with a huge ass screen—bigger than any I’ve ever seen. It has to be a special-order computer screen that’s not on the market. I’ve never seen a set up like this before I got here, and I know I want one when I get settled into my new office back in Miami.
“Hey Ghost, did we have any luck?” I ask EZ’s resident tech savvy member. He’s got some position here in the MC, but until EZ, I’ve never been around a club to know how it’s set up. I just know that EZ runs it and some guy that even I’d have trouble taking down, called Shadow, is his second in command.
“I keep hitting brick walls,” he responds, mostly grunting.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“No luck?” EZ asks, coming into the tech room.
“Nope. I’m about to give up. I don’t really have anything to go on. There were no street cams, no camera footage at all. There were no neighbors home, and she was mostly isolated. I’m going to go and talk to her neighbor at the time. Her name is listed as Mildred Illas. She still lives in the same house. All reportssay that she wasn’t home, but maybe she knows something. The police never interviewed her after they found out she was out of town on a cruise the day the attack happened and for a week after that. I’m hoping against hope that maybe she can help.”
“That sounds like a good plan. When are you heading out? Do you want a couple of us to go with you?” EZ asks.
“I’ll do it in the morning after breakfast. Just one man will be fine. The woman is older. I don’t want to give her a heart attack,” I joke.
EZ grins. “I’ll go with you. Libby is busy working, so I don’t see her through the day.”
“Sounds good.”
I’m curious about Liberty and EZ’s relationship. I’ve not been exposed to one like it before. They snap at each other constantly. It’s not in a hateful way, though. It’s almost as if fighting is their foreplay.
“Me and the boys are going out tonight. You want to go?” EZ asks.
I look up at the clock on the wall. It was bedtime for my Kitten, but not so much here. I didn’t really want to go anywhere, but I wanted to be alone even less.
“Sure,” I answer. “Nothing better to do.”
Damn I need to go home as much as my woman wants me to.
angelina
. . .
When I woke up this morning, the last thing I planned on was taking a trip. It started off a great day. Victor called me to say good morning. His gravelly voice told me that he was still half asleep and only woke up long enough to call me. It was enough to convince me that I hate time differences. It didn’t matter if it was Greece or Arizona—they still sucked. I also missed him so much that I ached. What’s more, it appears he feels the same way. Which meant our ten-minute conversation was sweet, sex and frustrating.
It was frustrating because he wasn’t here with me and I wanted to be in his arms. It got worse when I told him I was still keeping my dinner with Sam—despite him coming home early. I let him know I planned a family dinner with Sam and him on his return. He agreed to that, but demanded I cancel my plans for tonight.
I’ll be honest, for a minute I started to agree. Then, I realized that I was being stupid. I needed to prove to Victor that he couldn’t control me. I might be broken, but I am stronger, and I need to stand on my own feet. It’s important that Victor see me as an equal—not a helpless victim he has to protect.
Victor told me he would see me in two days unless I decided I didn’t need him at all and hung up. His words felt harsh. They hurt, yet I understood them. I still went along with my plans however, and after meeting up with Sam things went from bad to worse. Now, I’m here, on a plane—yes, plane—on my way to somewhere I don’t know. Sam is sitting beside me and I’m texting averyirate Victor. I glance over at my stepbrother—who I’m carefully considering killing. He’s not trying to read my texts, but he has a very satisfied smile on his face. I roll my eyes and turn my attention back to my phone.
Victor:Sloan said you aren’t home yet.
Me:Victor, it’s only six. We’re at the theater. We decided to watch a movie before dinner.
Victor:You’ve been with him since three. Most movies last two hours.
Me:Are you seriously timing my date with Sam?
Victor:So, you admit it’s a date.
