“What?”
“I did a locker search this morning and found drugs hidden in her sneakers. I trusted her and she’s…betrayed me,” I spit the words out wanting to reach through the phone to strangle him, but catching the shift in Hunter, I continue, “betrayed the club. I wanted to let you know before you came down here. I also don’t trust Hunter so watch out for him. It wouldn’t surprise me if he had something to do with all this. Maybe he’s the one who’s gotten Rosie involved.”
My anger has picked up again with the fucker on the phone. He stays silent while I tell him everything we want him to know. Our plan is to hopefully keep Rosie safe at the hotel while some of Hunter’s friends come down to the club tonight to try and sniff out the guy who’s supplying Simon. The man responsible for all the shit going on at Kenza and from what Hunter has told me, other clubs around the area, some out of state.
“I’ll be there in a couple of hours. I’ve got some errands to do. Thanks for letting me know.” He hangs up.
I throw my phone across the room and watch as it hits the steel bar going from one side of the room to the other before shattering into pieces.
Does it make me feel better? Does it fuck!
“What now?” I ask Hunter who’s gone across the room to retrieve my broken phone.
“That was a good idea,” he comments, his voice thick with sarcasm.
I ignore him and begin pacing back and forth behind my desk. Sitting here and not being with my girl at the hotel is causing my agitation. My girl is there and from what Hunter has told me, this guy, Joe Abatangelo, isn’t someone to mess with. If this backfires and they end up staying away from the club and going after Rosie, I’m not sure what the fuck I’ll do.
Hunter thinks that they’ll ignore Rosie for now thinking she’s out of the way. What I don’t think he’s telling me is that they’ll go after her eventually. This Joe guy isn’t someone to be messed with and he won’t leave any loose ends. That’s why a friend of Hunter’s is babysitting Rosie at the hotel, just in case we have underestimated them and they show up there first, having tracked her down. My fists tighten the more I think about her.
They need more evidence than what Rosie witnessed before they can arrest and charge them with drug related offences. Fuck! I need to be with her. I need to let Hunter and my brothers deal with the problem here, but my conscience won’t let me. It’s my club so my problem.
Fuck this! Making the decision to go to her, I grab my keys from the desk drawer and tell Hunter, “I’m leaving.”
He sighs and follows me out of my office and the club to the back where we’re both parked.
“What do you intend to do when you get there?” Hunter asks grabbing hold of my arm.
“I’m not letting anyone get near her. I shouldn’t have listened to begin with. If anything happens to her because of my actions.” I shake my head unable to go on. “I love her.”
I turn away not wanting him to see the emotion I’m trying to hide. This is so screwed.
“What’s your friend going to do to prevent anyone from getting to Rosie?” I question Hunter as I catch sight of Lucien and Ramon walking toward us.
“You can’t go in there fuckin’ everything up. She’s going to be pissed when she discovers you lied to protect her, and the fact that we have someone keeping an eye on her isn’t going to go down too well either. I know the guy who is watching Rosie. He won’t let anything happen to her, and he’ll do what he’s been trained to do to protect her. I wouldn’t have left her there if I didn’t trust him.”
“There isn’t anything wrong with going and ‘observing’ is there?” I open my truck’s door and jumping in, I start the engine.
“This is a bad idea,” Hunter mumbles before jumping into the back of the truck with Ramon. “But you’re not going without me.”
“As long as you keep your hands off my girl we’ll be cool.”
“We’re seriously not doing this again. You’re like a fuckin’ girl.”
I let Hunter’s comment slide, and the fact that my brothers seem to be enjoying themselves at my expense. Any other day and I’d have shut him up, but I can’t really think about anything else until I have my girl in my arms.
The drive to the hotel should only take us five minutes but fifteen minutes later we’re still crawling in traffic. This is ridiculous.
“When you can, cut down the side street there,” Ramon offers.
“You sure about that?”
“Totally.”
When there is a break in traffic, I turn down the street and follow a couple of cars that also have the same idea as us, and eventually, we arrive at the back of the hotel. Reversing into a parking spot, we sit in silence for a few minutes.
“Well Sherlock, what’s the plan?”