34. Chapter Thirty-Four
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
WAR
“What did you get on her?” I ask Angel. I never wanted to play dirty with this divorce, but Sarah is giving me no choice. I’ve declared war on her. First, I needed something to blackmail her with, and Angel is just the man to take care of that shit. He places some photos down on the table, and my eyes widen with each one. “Just when I think she couldn’t get any more vindictive.”
“Prez needs to see these,” Angel states, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Oh, I’ll be showing him,” I mutter, patting him on the back. “Thanks, brother.”
He dips his head and disappears.
I stare at the photos of Sarah meeting with Wyatt, one of the Insanity MC members. But the picture next to it surprises me even more. It’s a shot of Sarah with Pippa, Ora’s neighbor. The two of them are chatting together like they are long-lost friends. I know Ghost fucked her, so I send him a text to come and find me. I need to find out how she plays into this, but if Pippa belongs to Insanity MC, then she’s likely been spying on us this entire time.
I’m cleaning my bike when Ghost steps into the garage. Of all the men in the MC, he’s definitely themost unstable. The day I found out he knocked on Ora’s door and scared her, I wanted to kill him. He’s the last man you’d want with your daughter, but at the end of the day, he’s my brother, and he would bleed for this club just like the rest of us. If you want someone killed? Send in Ghost. No one will see him, and they won’t be able to locate a body.
He cracks his knuckles as he waits for me to speak. “When’s the last time you saw Ora’s neighbor?”
“That day,” he replies, and we all know which day he’s referring to. He tilts his head to the side. “She’s texted me a few times, but I’ve left her on read. Why?”
Standing to my full height, I grab the photographs from the desk in the corner of the garage and hand them to him. His brow furrows and his jaw tightens. “You think she’s one of theirs?”
I nod. “And Sarah.”
“That fucking bitch,” he growls out, slamming the pictures down. “You know, Ora mentioned something. She thought she saw my bike at Pippa’s, but I hadn’t been back there. It must have been one of them paying her a visit.”
“We need eyes on them both.”
“I’ll do it.” Ghost seethes.
Wyatt is now their prez, so we need to be careful and anticipate their next move. They might have retreated and are licking their wounds right now, but they could regroup and come back for us. No one has seen them since the shootout, where they lost ten of their men. Sniper wanted to take them all out, but there’s no way we would have been able to bury that many bodies without getting on the cops’ radar. Luckily, the fine sheriff of Rest Falls doesn’t seem to care too much when it’s a biker death. Anyone else, though, and he would be gunning for us. When that man, Jonas Reed, got shot out the front of Strike and died, Sheriff Grayson was not letting that go. We had nothing to do with it, and we now know that it was Isle of Insanity MC.
I sent Sarah a picture of the photos. Since she’s with them, she loses all protection from the Serpents, and we can cut all ties. Suit filed a sole application for something called a unilateral divorce. Basically, I can make it happen without her consent. Enough is enough, and I’m not ruining what I have with Ora because of a past mistake.
No more looking back.
There’s nothing there for me.
Watching her eat every bite brings a satisfied smile to my face. She’s the one who usually looks after everyone, but now she’s bearing my child, I’ve told the men to cook their own fucking food because she needs to rest. I tried to get her to leave work, but she said Lu needed her. She compromised by cutting down her days to three days a week, and Lu is going to hire another staff member.
“You going to eat, too, or just watch me?” she asks, putting her fork down with a grin. She was in the mood for steak, and since that’s one of the only things I know how to cook, I went straight to buy what I needed to make it for her.
Between her unusual cravings and emotional outbursts, it’s been an interesting journey so far, and I’m loving every second. I never pictured myself having kids, but I now wouldn’t change it for the world.
But it also terrifies me.
I need to make sure nothing ever happens to them because I will soon have two walking weaknesses, and my enemies will know that.
The clubhouse is the safest place, and I want Ora to live there full-time. I’m still working on that, though, because my woman is fucking stubborn.
Lore’s nose leads him to the kitchen, his lips pouting when he sees the two of us in here. “Is this a date?”
Ora laughs, shaking her head. “Help yourself. War cooked heaps.”
Violet eyes widen before he grabs a plate. “War cooked? When did you become so fucking domestic?”
“Do you want food or not?” I ask him, leaning back in my chair. Personally, I’d prefer it if he left so I can have my woman alone, but I know this asshole isn’t going anywhere.
He shuts up and grabs the biggest steak, two loaded potatoes, and some green salad. He takes a bite and grins, but the quiet doesn’t last for long. “This is good. You’ve been holding out on us.”
“Lore—”
“Who knew all you needed was a sexy woman to bring out this side of you,” he continues, never knowing when to shut the fuck up .
He starts to make a whipping sound, and Ora laughs. “Don’t worry, Lore. The right woman is out there for you.”
Lore winces and makes the sign of a cross. “Don’t be trying to ruin my life, Ora. I thought we were friends. You don’t like me at all, do you?”
“You don’t want to settle down with one good woman?” Ora asks him, amusement dancing in her beautiful blue eyes.
“I like variety,” Lore admits, thoughtfully chewing on his bite of steak. “You know, sometimes I might be in the mood for something a little different, and I get to have that. Fucking one pussy for the rest of my life sounds like a life sentence. No offense, Ora. I’m sure yours is A grade?—”
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” I snap, but Lore simply grins and continues eating.
“Each to their own, right?”
“As long as they know what they’re getting into with you,” Ora replies, her brows creasing. “You don’t want to leave a string of broken hearts.”
“No, I don’t. Only thing I’m leaving behind is a line of well-satisfied cu?—”
I kick him in the shins.
“That fucking hurt.” He grimaces, then turns to my woman. “Did you know your man is so violent? If you want to jump ship, you could always?—”
“Join your line? No thanks, Lore.” Ora laughs, shaking her head in amusement.
“The offer still stands, darlin’,” Lore replies with a straight face.
I’m going to call him into the ring the second I get the chance so I can beat the shit out of him.
Ora has just finished her meal when my phone rings—Angel’s name flashes.
“Yeah?”
“War, get to the bakery, now .”
My eyes snap to Ora’s. “What’s happening?”
“It’s on fire. Someone has torched it.”
Fuck.
“You check the cameras?”
“Two men, wearing all black and masks. Can’t identify them,” he replies.
“War?” Ora asks, her brows creasing. She slides her plate away and stares at me.
“There’s a fire at the bakery,” I tell her, and she immediately jumps up.
Lore does the same, cracking his knuckles and stretching his head from side to side. “I’ll get the truck ready.”
Haze runs into the room, glancing between us. “Angel told me. I’m going to Luella’s to get her.”
He’s the only one I’ve heard use her full name.
“She’s safe?” Ora asks.
Haze nods, a muscle working in his jaw. “Yeah, she’s at home watching movies. We checked the cameras. She doesn’t know what’s happened yet.”
I pull Ora back against my body, needing her close. “Haze, bring Lu here. Both of you are moving into the clubhouse until this is sorted.”
Well, until fucking forever for Ora.
But she doesn’t need to know that.
When we had Church, I told my brothers I wanted to officially make her my old lady. I had gotten approval from all the men, including Rome, who was the last to agree. The bastard made me sweat a little first, staring me down for what felt like a whole fucking hour before dipping his head once.
She’s mine .
Forever .