Chapter 15 #2
When I returned to the clubhouse, the guys had already eaten and were sitting around the fire. Several had their ol’ ladies at their side, which had me wishing Bec was here.
I didn’t know why I hadn’t called her. I wanted to but felt like my focus needed to be on my boys, especially during such a precarious time. But as I stood there watching Shotgun and my brothers bantering with Remington and the other girls, I was beginning to think that might’ve been a mistake.
I was about to take out my phone and call her when Axel came up behind me. “You take care of that something that needed taken care of?”
“Working on it.”
“You gonna fill me in on what the fuck’s going on?”
“Yeah, but I don’t wanna hear any shit about it.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound good.” I gave him one of my looks, and he immediately held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
I gave Axel a quick rundown of the history between Trevor and Bec and how he was in prison for trying to brutally murder her and Cat.
That alone had him riled up. Then, I told him about Trevor pushing to see Cat and that he’d gone so far as to get his own mother to kidnap Cat and bring her there. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”
“No joke. This guy is a real whack job.” I let out a deep breath, then added, “Now he’s sending the kid letters and gifts. Says he’s gonna take Bec to court and force the whole visitation thing.”
“You think there’s any way that could happen?”
“No clue, but I’m not taking any chances.”
“So, what exactly are you going to do?”
“I had a little chat with him today. He wasn’t very receptive, so he’ll have some visitors in his cell later. I’m hoping they can convince him to listen.”
“And if they don’t?” The expression on my face was the only response he needed. He gave me a nod, then said, “Seems to me the asshole has it coming.”
“That he does.”
Axel turned and looked over at the brothers, then asked, “You gonna come have a beer?”
“Yeah, just gotta make a call first.”
“All right then. I’ll leave ya to it.”
Once he walked over and joined the others, I pulled out my phone and tapped in Rebecca’s number. It only rang a couple of times before she answered, “Hey there, stranger.”
“Hey there, yourself. How ya making it?”
“Better now.” She inhaled a quick breath. “You’ve had me a little worried.”
“Sorry about that. Had a lot going on at the clubhouse.”
“Yeah, Cat told me.” She giggled. “I can’t believe she called you. I don’t know what she was thinking.”
“I’m glad she did. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known it was her birthday.”
“She told you about that, huh?”
“She told me about lots of things, but that’s neither here nor there. I was actually calling to see if you two would like to come over to my place for dinner tomorrow night. I could grill some steaks or burgers. You name it.”
“We’d love to. Cat was just talking about wanting to see where you lived.”
“Well, now you both will get to see it. I’ll text you the address, and you two can head over around five-thirty or six.”
“That sounds great.”
“Good deal. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
I hung up the phone, then walked over to join the brothers by the fire.
After a couple of beers and a few crazy stories from Country and Lynch, I was ready to call it a night.
I said my goodbyes and headed inside to my room.
With big plans for the morning, I wasted no time getting undressed and into bed.
I woke up early and took a hot shower, then got dressed.
I was eager to see if Trevor had a change of heart, so I skipped my morning coffee and ran straight out to the parking lot.
I was about to get on my bike when Axel and Shotgun ran out the back door and over to me.
As soon as they approached, Axel asked, “You headed to the prison?”
“I am.”
“Thought so.” They started getting on their bikes as Axel added, “We’re going with.”
“Not necessary. You can’t go in anyway.”
“We know,” Shotgun replied. “Going just the same.”
“Suit yourself.”
I started up my bike, and with Shotgun and Axel following close behind, we drove through the club’s gate and out to the main road. I’d like to say that having them ride along with me helped ease my mind about Trevor, but unfortunately, it didn’t.
I knew he’d be a fucking pain in my ass, and I just wanted to get this over with—once and for all.
When we arrived at the prison, Axel and Shotgun waited outside while I went in to see Trevor. Ronnie had done like I’d asked and put me on the visitors list, so I had no trouble making it through security. I walked over to the table and sat down, then waited for the guard to bring in Trevor.
It felt like I’d been sitting there for an eternity when Trevor finally came shuffling into the room.
With his black, swollen eyes, busted lips, and bruised face, he was barely recognizable.
His gait was off as he walked over to me, leaving no doubt that he’d had himself quite a night with the club’s allies.
I thought a night like that would’ve been enough to rattle him, but the determined look from the day before remained in his beat-up eyes as he sat down at the table in front of me. Knowing that the room was full of guards and other visitors, he kept his voice low as he snarled, “Back again I see.”
“I’m a man of my word.”
“And last night, that was you keeping your word.”
“Not sure what you mean,” I lied.
“You know damn well what I mean, but I got news for you ...” He leaned forward as he growled, “Having my ass kicked isn’t going to make me stay away from Cat and Becca.
If anything, it only makes me want to fuck with them even more.
So, call ’em up. Tell ’em to come at me again and just see what happens. ”
“I knew you were fucking stupid, but I didn’t think you were that fucking stupid.”
“Not stupid. I’m just not a fucking pussy who’s willing to roll over because some motherfucker had my ass kicked.”
I was done dealing with this asshole, so I stood, looked down at him, and asked, “So, you’ve made your choice?”
“Told you yesterday I wasn’t going anywhere, and I fucking meant it.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”
I didn’t respond.
I simply looked over to Ronnie and gave him the nod. There was no need for an explanation. He knew what to do.
I walked out of the prison and didn’t look back. I had no regrets about what I’d done. Like they say, we are the choices we make. I’d given Trevor the option to walk away, and he didn’t take it. Soon, he’d be nothing more than a distant memory. As far as I was concerned, that shit was on him.
And I’d chosen to take care of what’s mine.
A choice I wouldn’t hesitate to make again.