Page 54 of Trusting The Biker


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“Yeah, I just need to call Crawl real quick.”

I had Crawl take Zoe to the clubhouse since that’s where Jimmy is taking Kiesha after school.

A few days ago, she swore she saw him when she was out with Nav to grab breakfast. Could all be a coincidence. Could also be wishful thinking of a girl with daddy issues seeing what she wants to. Roane did a few passes around the school and didn’t see anything. Doesn’t mean Kiesha was wrong. Also, doesn’t make her right.

We don’t know without proof.

The situation is what it is. Zoe and her girls will be safe at the clubhouse without spreading our resources too thin while Link and I drop by this trailer out Trace Fork.

It’s a little out of our way, but we have to rule out every possibility.

Link motions that we’re coming up on the trailer. It should be past this underpass up ahead. We arrive at a real shit hole that I hope that little girl wasn’t forced to live in. The outside of what was once a mobile home with white siding has turned green from years of mildew and neglect. The glass of the front screen door has been broken out and the metal frame is banging against the side of the trailer every time the wind blows. Next to the trailer is a garage that’s falling in. The blinds on the windows are all broken or missing all together.

It’s exactly the type of place I’d expect that lousy sack of shit to reside in.

The place is deserted, but we still park and take a look around.

I check the mailbox to see when they last received any, if at all. For all I know, that crack whore could have sent us anywhere. There’s some old junk mail flyers that’s faded and outdated. No names on any of it.

Link peers through some of the windows, but the place is empty and abandoned. Total bust and waste of gas and time. I’m about to climb on my bike when a cat comes running out from the garage with the top caving in.

“Meow. Meow.”

Link shakes his head as I scoop the orange and white kitten up. Poor thing is starving and covered in fleas. Will be a total pain in my ass and more trouble than it’s worth, but I shove it inside my vest and hope it can hang on for the ride.

Chapter Nineteen

Pam had to get her kids from her sister Jules, and Karma had to get back home to her little one.

Rosie has to take Letti to cheerleading practice, leaving me on my own at the clubhouse until either Kimber or Kiesha gets here. I’ve got a bit of a buzz going and am trying to sober up.

There are a couple of club girls around, but I don’t think they like me much.

A few of the club brothers are hanging around playing pool and drinking. Other than that, the place is kind of boring. It is a Tuesday, but still. I expected this place to be more hopping. I guess it isn’t a continuous party. Pam and my brother have tried to tell me as much in the past, but I didn’t believe them. I hangout every now and then on the weekend when there’s a cookout or something going on that I’ve been extended an invitation to.

I should have asked to be dropped at home, but the way Crawl hurried to get me here, I figure one of two things. Something happened, or he was tired of being on ol’ lady watch. I’m trying to advise myself not to worry. If something major had gone down, Prodigy would have called me or my brother since the two of them were together.

I’m also trying not to think about Pam and the lump she found or what it could mean.

For her.

My brother.

Their children.

All of us.

We’re all connected. This club and our families. We have a bond.

I find myself walking around the bar, checking out all the pictures on the wall. Reminiscing days gone by. Trying to recall the names of members that are no longer with us while enjoying spotting Prodigy in some of the others and trying not to get jealous when he’s with other women in some of the shots.

I stop outside of Murder’s office to stare at the portrait of his daughter who died way too young. I remember when it happened. We were around the same age. Chills fan up and down my arms at the thought of her. A life not lived. The dreams she never got to see come true.

“There you are.” Kimber lays her head on my shoulder, interrupting my morbid thoughts about how I hope I never experience the pain of losing a child.

“Hey. What’s really going on? Why are we meeting your sister here?”

“Nav said something about not spreading their guys too thin.”

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