Chapter 5 #2
“Uhm… Harley’s?” she says, avoiding eye contact which is her tell when she’s telling me a bald-faced lie.
“Try again, Sadie. And try the fucking truth this time. We have a deal.”
“Dad,” she sighs. “Can you just trust me, please?” Looks like I’m going to have to start tracking her closer to see who’s sneaking in here and smoking in her fucking place.
“Alright,” I lie.
“Come give me a hug, shithead,” I tell her after we’ve hung out for a half hour, and Sparrow starts getting antsy from sitting still too long.
“Be good, kiddo,” I whisper in her ear, as I hug her to my chest. I know I don’t have to tell her that. She’s always been a good girl with a level head on her shoulders.
“I will,” she promises, stepping back.
“Lock this behind us,” I remind her, opening the door, and waiting for her to lock it behind me.
Rolling her eyes at me, she whips it closed, and I listen to hear the deadbolt click into place. “Going to drive past Kierra’s on our way to the house,” I tell Sparrow, as we climb onto our bikes.
“I’ll follow your lead.”
As soon as we are within eyeshot of Kierra’s apartment building, I know something is off.
Two Cuban Kings are posted outside of the convenience store across the street like they’re waiting for something.
Sparrow points and I nod, letting him know I see it too.
Pulling into the lot and parking next to her car, I pull out my phone and shoot her a text to start packing her and the kid a bag.
I already know it’s going to be a fight to get her ass to leave when it’s already well past the kid’s bedtime.
I leave Sparrow in the lot to watch our bikes and instruct him to call for an escort. Looking over at the CK’s one more time, I take off and jog up the four flights of stairs to get Kierra and Nash. Knocking on her door, I only have to wait a second before it opens, and she steps back to let me in.
“Got Cuban Kings across the street. You guys need to come with me. Heard some shit in church earlier, and I have a feeling they’re looking for your sister. I’ll explain when we get back to the clubhouse and are behind the gates,” I promise.
“Okay. I started packing when I got your text. Give me a couple more minutes.” She moves back down the hallway toward her room and I’m shocked that she’s being so agreeable, but I’m not about to question it.
I follow behind her and watch as she throws all sorts of shit into a backpack.
I’m confused when she walks over to the window, throws it open, and says, “Watch my place, ok? If you see or hear any weird shit coming from inside here, text me. Thanks, George.” Then she closes the window back.
“Who the fuck is George?” I ask, stepping around her and popping the window open to look for myself. I can’t hold back my laugh when I find her odd neighbor I met in the hallway, sitting out on the fire escape smoking a blunt and wearing a T-shirt that says Show Me Your Teats with a cow on it.
“My neighbor.”
“I see that. Are you about ready?” I sigh, nodding at George before I close the window.
“Yeah. I just need to grab Nash and my purse.”
“I’ll grab the kid. You get your shit.” I move around her into the tiny ass spare room and grab Nash off the futon.
“Kierra, when we get this shit figured out with the CK’s, we’re going to have to do something about you living in this shithole.”
“I like my place. It’s usually just me here and I like George.” I don’t care what she says, this place is a fucking dump, and she won’t be staying here much longer.
“We’ll see,” I tell her, moving out of the way so she can lock the door behind us. When we make it down the steps, I can see from the lobby windows that our escorts have arrived.
“Where’d they go?” I ask Sparrow, no longer seeing any CK’s in the lot across the street.
“Took off when they got here.” He points to Legend and Knox.
“Good. Don’t want any trouble with this guy out here in the open.” I nod down at the still sleeping Nash in my arms.
“Ready,” Kierra says, moving out of the way so I can put him in his car seat.
Once I have him buckled in, I push her seat back down and give her a quick kiss before telling her, “Straight to the house.”
Thirty-five minutes later we’re pulling through the gates, and I’m ready to spank Kierra’s ass. I told her straight here, and her ass went through a damn drive-thru for donuts. To make matters worse, my guys got in line right behind her and ordered shit too.
Hopping off my bike, I cross my arms over my chest, just waiting to chew her ass out. The icing on the cake is that she has the fucking nerve to get out of the car laughing when she sees the pissed-off look on my face.
“What? The hot light was on,” she says, trying to reason with me, but I’m not hearing it. She has no idea the kind of danger she’s in because of her fucking sister.
“Damnit, Kierra. There are people looking for your sister that want to hurt her. You’re her twin. Seeing the issue yet?”
“What?” she asks, dropping a whole box of donuts in my driveway. Shit. I should’ve waited until we were inside before dropping it on her like that.