Chapter 20
BB
“Yo, B. I need to see you for a minute.”
I frown when King walks over. I’m in the main room of the club.
It’s kind of shit. Hell, the basement that Beau set up for the boys looks like a freaking palace compared to the club.
Then, again, Beau has set about spoiling my boy.
We’ve only lived there a week and every single day there’s something waiting for Ty.
The first day she had framed his autographed Parker Huntington jersey and hung it over his bed.
The second day she made chicken parmesan for dinner because she knew it was his favorite.
I can’t complain because she made a chocolate dessert too, and although Ty liked it, that was for me.
Day three through five included new bedding and paint for his walls.
Beau—of course—helped him paint and is doing a custom mural on his wall of The Great American Ball Park—home of the Cincinnati Reds.
This is Ty’s favorite team and in the middle of the field she’s sketching none other than Pete Rose.
My son can’t wrap his head around how special it is and honestly neither can I.
Beau and I are also getting closer. We don’t see each other that much through the day.
My favorite part of the day is dinner with her and Ty.
We do sleep together every night, but there’s been no actual sex.
Sure, she’s gotten me off with her hand and mouth.
I’ve done the same with her—but nothing else.
I’m more than ready. Shit, I feel like I’m about to explode.
Beau’s not giving out the signals that I need, though.
I know I pushed it by moving in with her.
I’m going to allow her time to adjust to everything, before I press for even more.
At least that’s the plan. My dick isn’t exactly agreeing.
I push thoughts of fucking my woman aside as I walk into the room where we have all our meetings—what we call church—to talk with King.
It still feels more than a little weird to have him in charge instead of Skull.
I like the guy and he’s doing shit that’s needed doing for a while—shit I didn’t want to tackle and was afraid that I’d have to.
I’m good with how things are. Everyone seems happier—even Dad and Skull.
“What’s up?” I ask as I plop down in a chair beside King.
He throws some papers down on the pine tabletop. I frown, staring at them. “We’ve got a problem,” he says.
I grab the papers and notice it’s a very thick police warrant. “What the hell is it?
“Adam gave us a heads up. Someone called in anonymously and reported that the club was seen picking up a load of drugs out by the rehab center.”
“Motherfucker. When are they serving the warrant?”
“Adam said they were coming this evening. That’s as much as he could delay it.”
“Does it matter? The club isn’t involved in drugs. It’s not like they’re going to find shit,” I reason, as I go through the paperwork. I want to see if there are any clues to who called to report the club.
“I’ve already had the boys going through shit to make sure.”
“And nothing was found,” I half-laugh. “We’re going to have to find out who’s pissed off at the club—”
“I don’t think it’s the club they’re pissed at.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.
He reaches down in the floor and pulls up a small box, putting it on the table.
He reaches inside and shock hits me when I see four kilos of wrapped coke.
“What the fuck? Who would bring that on club grounds?” I growl.
Our club may not have a spotless history, but we don’t deal with hard drugs.
We never have. “Son of a bitch! Is this how you are planning on digging us out of the hole we’re in?
If this is your scheme, I demand a fucking vote. ”
“Set your ass down,” King snaps. “We may not know each other very well, but if you’re going to remain my second then you’re going to have to get your head out of your ass.
I’ve got a family—a wife and a baby girl that I adore.
They own me body and soul. I would never do shit that will harm them in anyway. You got that?”
“Yeah. I shouldn’t have said that shit. I’m just confused as fuck.
What is going on and why is that on club property?
” I bark. He’s right for getting on my ass.
I know he’d never get involved with crap that might harm Gabby or little Etta.
When it comes to King, the sun rises and sets on his wife and daughter.
That’s not unlike how I feel these days when it comes to Beau.
Ty has always been the center of my universe. Now, Beau is right there with him.
“This shit was found in two different spots here at the club. I suspect there’s a third and Pez is in there right now dealing with that.”
“Where was it?”
“It’s just like you said, King. We found it in his fucking saddle bags,” Pez grumbles, marching inside the room.
“Whose saddle bags?” I ask when I realize Pez is carrying some dime bags of coke.
“That would be yours,” King deadpans. I jerk, the chair I’m sitting in scoots from the harshness of the motion.
I jump up. “No fucking way!” I growl, feeling like I want to crawl out of my skin. “That’s not mine. I’ve never seen that shit!”
“And this?” King asks pointing to the kilos of coke in front of him.
“If that crap was mine, I wouldn’t still be paying off the fucking club for a loan to get rid of my damn ex. You don’t know me, but I think you get by how I questioned you about the coke, that I don’t want that fucking trash near my family or me.”
“I didn’t think you did, but you’ve pissed someone off. The dime bags were in your saddlebags. The kilos were taped under your spare tire under your truck.”
“Robin,” I growl, knowing instantly the adder trying to sneak up and bite me in the ass is her. I don’t even question or doubt it. “It’s her. I’m completely fucking positive.”
“If it is, then we’re going to have to monitor her constantly because you, your kid, and even Beau could be in her crosshairs.”
“Motherfucker. I need to go see Beau,” I snarl, raking my hand through my hair.
“First, we need to get rid of this shit. We also need to realize this is a bigger problem than just your ex making waves—if, in fact, it is your Ex.”
“That’s the only one it could be,” I insist stubbornly.
“Then, let me ask you one question,” King says.
“What’s that?”
“Your ex, is she loaded?”
“Bitch hasn’t worked a day in her life. I gave her a hundred grand for my boy, but I’m pretty sure she’s dead ass broke now.
I’ve heard she’s been finding men to pay her shit for the last couple of years.
When that doesn’t work, she hits up her grandmother who is suffering from the beginning stages of dementia. ”
“You sure picked the cream of the crop to be the mother of your child,” Pez mutters.
“I wish I could argue, but fucking hell, I can’t.”
“So, tell me, how the fuck could she afford four kilos of coke and a few dime bags. You have to go over the numbers. Depending on what it’s cut with, you’re anywhere from a hundred-k, to almost three. There’s no way she can front that kind of money.”
“Jesus.”
“Until we find out who it is, we need to keep our shit on lockdown. You do not go anywhere alone. We’re going to activate the buddy system. Someone from the club needs to have your back at all times, B.”
“I need a couple of men to follow me to Beau’s. I want to go through her house, garage and vehicles. I need to make sure they aren’t trying to go after her, too.”
“Skull, Torch and Sabre are already on top of that. Your Dad and Skull are at Beau’s house and Sabre took Apex and Playboy to the garage.”
“You had time to do all that and didn’t tell me sooner?” I ask, getting angrier than I already was.
“The safest place for you right now is here, until we make sure everything you own is clean.”
“I’m going to Beau’s. If she’s dragged into this shit, she’s going to know I’m at her side,” I snap. “You’d do the same with Gabby and don’t tell me you wouldn’t take my fucking head off if I didn’t tell you immediately so you could get to her.”
“Gabby is my wife. We have a kid,” King points out.
I lean over the table and look him dead in the eye.
“Beau is my woman. Mine. She may not have a ring on her finger yet, but she fucking will. My child lives under her roof, King. So, it’s the same damn scenario.
You should have told me!” I roar my response at the asshole then I turn to leave.
“Pez if you’re going to have my back you better start now. I’m heading to Beau.”
“You got it, man,” Pez says at once. King doesn’t respond. I can feel the weight of his stare hit my back, but I don’t fucking care. I have bigger worries, and they all revolve around getting home to Beau and Ty and making sure they’re safe. That’s all that matters.