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It has been a week since I followed the scammer chick to the sex club in Miami, and we haven’t seen her since. We think that she might visit once a week, since she hasn’t been back.
Maverick hacked into a security camera across the street, watching the place around the clock but she hasn’t been back. What he has found is that she is scamming again. Her pattern popped up, and both Maverick and Cal brought it to the club.
Mav and Astrid were able to stop one of her bigger deals from going through because they connected the family and told them what was happening and not to get involved with this bitch.
She is preying on the old and grieving people now. This she needs to fucking stop. She belongs behind bars where some big, muscled chick named Bertha can make her, her bitch.
My feet pound the road beneath my feet as I run. Running helps clear my head, but also keeps me in shape. Being in an MC and owning a bounty hunter business, I need to be able to run after fuckers when they bolt because heaven forbid Royal fucking runs.
That man hates running.
Leave him in a gym and he is as happy as a cat who ate the canary, but running is a no go for him.
Sweat runs down my body, music blasts in my ears, dance music keeps my motivation up for my long runs. I have done ten miles already and I need to head back to the club when I hit my marker.
It is my turn to work at R.O.E today. So I have to finish this up and go to the studio once I have showered in my room at the club. One time I was running late, so I headed to the studio to shower, and was joined by not one but two of the stars we hired. Let’s say they no longer work for us.
I fucked them both, but they took it as a claim to me, because they worked for the club and I fucked them. Stalking is an understatement for what they did.
Reaching my marker, I stop. Hitting the button on my smart watch marking my time, I check my vitals. Thanks to my brother being a health nut, he’s made sure that we all take care of our health, both mental and physical.
I smile and nod to the older lady at the register, when I step into a little store to get myself a bottle of water to drink before I head back.
“Calder, we have not seen you in some time,” Barnaby calls as he joins his wife behind the counter.
“I have been busy with the club. Lots going on.”
“Oh, I heard that a new baby will be arriving soon. Kara and Joey were in here not so long ago and they told us that they will be grandparents again.” I smile hearing them refer to Magnum and Risky by their birth names.
Some people are not comfortable using their road names, which is completely fine by us.
“Yeah, they will. Royal and his wife are pregnant. The club is growing.”
“Do you have a special lady?” Anna asks me.
Kady’s smiling face zaps in my mind and a smile slips free.
“Oh, there is. Look at the smile.” She claps.
I wink at her, putting the five dollar bill down on the counter and leaving with a wave goodbye.
I step over to a low wall, and drink down half of my bottle, while watching kids play in the sand while their parents sit and watch close by. Seeing their family makes me think of my own and my future.
Do I want kids someday? Maybe, but they are not essential to my future.
It would depend on the woman I make my Ol’ Lady. Kady.
I have not seen her in a week and it has made my skin itch. I drove by her place; her Chrysler was parked in the driveway and the store was all locked up, so I didn’t see her. Royal said that she has been busy working on wedding orders for her resin, so she hasn’t been around the club much.
Since the attack I know I have been hovering around her more, trying to put myself in her path to make a move, but fuck me she is making it hard for me. Since she came into the club thanks to Royal marrying her sister, she has seen me with a fuck load of women.
Hell, that started when we were in high school. Kady and I had a connection in a sense, and I always thought she was cute under all that dark goth shit she used to wear. Thank fuck she grew out of that.
We hung out a few times at school, we talked a few times when we both skipped class, or I stayed behind to watch the guys play football; we would talk about the most random shit ever.
Then I would see her looking at me like a girl looks at her crush and it would make my gut tighten.
While still in my thoughts, I start my run back to the clubhouse.
