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“I’m a doctor,” he replied with a chuckle. “I patch these motherfuckers up.”
“Watch your language,” I grunted.
He laughed and strolled over to an island in the middle of the room, taking a seat on one of the stools while Alyssa rolled her eyes at me. “Because your language is so squeaky clean?” she sassed.
“Doesn’t matter. He should be respectful.”
Patch nodded and rapped his knuckles on the granite countertop. “He’s right. The prez’s old lady would have my ass for talking like that around a woman.”
I took Alyssa to the island as well and put her on one of the stools at the opposite end from Patch. Then I kissed her temple and murmured, “Gonna fix you a sandwich.” Her stomach rumbled, and I cursed myself for not thinking about how hungry she probably was.
“Get on with it,” I growled at my brother.
“Guess your dad was freaking out when he came home from work, and you weren’t there. Called around, but eventually, he went to street cam footage and saw you on Bear’s bike, so he went to Mac all fired up.”
“Crap.” Alyssa winced.
Patch waved nonchalantly. “Don’t worry. Prez laid out the story for him. He’s not happy with your interference, but he agreed that the best thing for you was to lay low and let us protect you.”
I’d taken all the stuff for a sandwich out of the fridge and set it on the counter, but Patch’s announcement had both Alyssa and me gaping at him.
“He’s fine with me being alone at some undisclosed location with a sexy biker?” Alyssa asked incredulously.
Patch scratched his beard and shifted in his seat. Yeah, I didn’t think so.
“You lied to my dad?” Alyssa gasped.
“No,” Patch said, his tone unconvincing.
“Let me guess,” I said as I went back to making food for my woman. “He assumed we were keeping her at the compound. Where there are lots of people, including women and children, most of the time. And you didn’t disabuse him of that line of thinking.”
“More or less,” he affirmed with a shrug. “Oh, he also said he’d take care of the school shit, Alyssa. Something about finishing assignments and turning them in via email. Said he’d forward the info to Mac since we can’t use your email.”
Alyssa shook her head, then gave me a grateful smile when I put a plate in front of her with a sandwich and some strawberries. “I completely forgot about school. I have an assignment due tomorrow.”
“I’m sure he’ll get you an extension until everything is set up,” I told her as I went about fixing my own food. I glanced at Patch with a raised brow. “Is this all? Why exactly did it require an in-person visit?”
“Food and clothes, remember?” he muttered, shaking his head. “Ungrateful…”
Alyssa took a bite of her sandwich to hide her smile, but her amusement didn’t last long as Patch went on.
“You know her email is compromised and so is her phone.”
“Fuck,” I grunted, irritated at myself for being careless. I’d shut it down, but I should have dumped it on the way here. If her father had a tracker on the device, it was possible it could detect our location even when the phone was off. And someone could hack it to learn the location.
“I’ll take care of it,” Patch offered, and I gave him a chin lift before jogging up to the bedroom and locating her phone. When I returned, I tossed the device to Patch, who slipped it into a vest pocket.
I had to say that one good thing about Alyssa’s exposure to law enforcement and apparent research into at least one MC, she didn’t say a peep about her phone. Likely because she understood how it could put her in danger.
“What else?” I asked, sensing Patch had more to say but was reluctant.
He glanced warily at Alyssa, then back at me. He was giving me a chance to get her out of the room before he said whatever it was.
I was a little torn because I wanted to protect Alyssa from the harsher side of my life, yet as my old lady, she’d have to accept that I did shit most people wouldn’t see as justified under any circumstances. And there would always be things I couldn’t tell her when it came to club business, but this situation involved her, so she deserved to know. Sugar-coated, of course.
“What else?” I asked again, giving him my answer. But I also stared at him hard, warning him to tread carefully.
“The punks from her school were released on a hundred-dollar bail.”
