Chapter 13 Luca
Luca
Islide behind the bar and pour myself a large measure of whiskey.
I throw it back and pour another. We cleared the city of gangs, bar the Dog’s Blood Crew, when we rocked up in the city.
Between being shot at and Ford being jumped tonight, we’ve obviously missed someone.
After the shit Ford has been through, he would have been watching his back, which means these assholes waited him out.
Maybe even followed him to his mom’s place.
Closing my eyes, I struggle to figure out who is after us now.
“You look stressed.”
Opening my eyes, I take a deep breath. I don’t need this shit at the moment.
“Do I?”
“My daddy always shoots whiskey when he’s stressed. My mom usually rubs his shoulders, that seems to help too. Doesn’t your wife look after you?”
Narrowing my eyes, I slam the glass down and lean over the bar, getting real close in her face.
“From now on, you don’t talk to me, and you sure as shit don’t mention my wife.”
Instead of wiping the smile from her face, it grows wider.
“You know,” she sighs. “From what I’ve seen, you need a whole lot of looking after. I could…”
My hand shoots out and I grip onto her chin, my fingertips digging into her cheek.
“Last chance, and I don’t normally give a second so watch what you say. You’re under my wife’s roof, you’ll show her some God damn fuckin’ respect before I show you none.”
The bitch shudders and yanks her head out of my grip. “I think I’ll have an early night under your roof.”
“You fuckin’ do that.”
King sits his ass at the bar and watches the Mayor’s daughter saunter towards the stairs. He loses his damn mind when he thinks I’m going to stand around serving drinks. He gets the hint and leans over, grabbing his own beer.
“She was asking all sorts of questions about you earlier. I think she has a crush on you.”
“What sort of questions?”
“About your relationship with Victoria, mainly. I could distract her, but you said we weren’t to go near her.”
I relent. “Fuck the shit outta her and keep her off my back.”
He grins. “That I can do.”
Shaking my head, I add, “Actually, you just became babysitter number one. She’s now your responsibility. And find out everything you can about her.”
There’s something off about her and the sooner I know what it is, the better, or she’s out of here.
Rudi begins packing her medical supplies away. Knowing the prospect will follow my order word for word, I tell him, “Watch Ford’s woman.”
He nods and gets on with stacking crates of beer behind the bar. Putting my fingers to my mouth, I pierce the air with a whistle and point to the back room.
Ford hauls his ass up as I pass and I briefly hear his woman say, “How long will you be?”
I don’t hear his answer, and I walk into the back room and take my seat, rolling the gavel between my fingers as the brothers fill the room.
“You good?” I ask Ford.
He nods and I slam the gavel down.
“First Angel and I are shot at, and tonight Ford is jumped.”
Trey cuts in and asks Ford, “Did they say who they were?”
Ford shakes his head. “I’d recognise them if I saw them again. They weren’t wearing any colors or patches. I didn’t even hear one call another by name.”
“Tell us every step you took after leaving your mom’s house?” I instruct.
The brothers and I listen to every word, and I can’t help but smirk when it comes to the dog. It could’ve ended a lot worse if Princess wasn’t there with him.
“What the fuck is going on?” King mutters, lighting a cigarette.
“Someone’s coming for us, and I want to know who,” I state, adding, “For the foreseeable, no one leaves on their own. We ride in pairs or more.”
I slam the gavel down and I’m the first to leave the room. I head straight through the bar and the kitchen and out of the back door. I inhale the night’s air rather than seeking out a cigarette and lighting it up.
A flash from the abandoned building behind ours, comes from the third-floor window and I’m on my toes before thinking it over.
Swiftly, I climb on top of Tor’s small shed and scale the wall surrounding the clubhouse.
I jump down on top of an old beat-up truck and run for the door, half hanging off its hinges.
I don’t waste a second looking around me, I track down the stairs and run up the steps until I hit the third floor. I burst into an open space and then my neck snaps to the right when a crash comes from somewhere underneath me.
I go to the smashed out window and catch a glimpse of someone running out and disappearing around the corner.
By the time I’d make it outside, whoever it was, doing whatever they were doing, they’d be long gone.
I instead take a good look around the empty building.
With the crumbling walls and neglect, it’s obvious it’s been abandoned for a long time.
Evidence of the homeless having had slept here is clear in the trash left behind.
I return to the broken window and look across to the clubhouse.
From this view, I can see into the third-floor windows, those with their lights on.
It’s like I’m in the room with how clear it is.
Whoever took the picture had a clear view and who fucking knows how long they’ve been spying on us.
I head back to the clubhouse and pull Ford to the side. His woman, or whatever she is to him, keeps her eye on us and I turn my back to her.
“In the morning, look into who owns the building out the back. Someone was watching us just now.”
“What the fuck? Do you think it was the same people who tried to jump me?”
“I have no fuckin’ idea. I’m gonna treat it like these are separate problems so we’re not caught off guard.”
“I’ll get on it first thing in the morning.”
“Let the brothers know, make sure the prospect locks the place down tonight.”
He nods and I make my way up the stairs. Tor is talking away on the phone quietly with River sleeping peacefully beside her.
I strip down to my boxers and gently scoop my son up into my arms and lay him in his crib, tucking him under his blanket. I take a few moments to watch him sleep while Tor wraps up her call.
“Mom said…”
Shaking my head, I tell her, “I don’t care what your mom said, not tonight.”
“Asshole.”
Glancing up at her, I drink in her smile. She tosses her phone on the nightstand and shimmies out of her shorts and panties.
“You’re looking tired, baby, you sure you don’t wanna go to sleep? It is a little late.”
Biting down on my smirk, I prise her legs apart and lower myself over her, nipping her thigh between my teeth. She yelps then bites down on her bottom lip.
I trace my tongue along her soft skin, wrapping my hands around her ankles.
“Do I still look tired to you?” I grunt.
“Hmm.”
Hmm?
My wife is playing with me. I’ll play along. Bringing her legs up, I rest them over my shoulders and suck on her clit. She gasps and her fingers find their way into my hair.
I’ll show her how tired I am.