I stand there outside the door having just locked it. I rest my forehead against it and press both my hands to the wood, wanting desperately to go back in there.
My heart sank when they told me she was Pinch’s. How could she belong to a little shit like that? I never thought I would be the kind of man that would take a woman from another man, but it looks like that’s what’s about to happen, because no way will I be giving her back to him.
I push away from the door and head back downstairs to find out what the fuck is going on.
When I get downstairs, I see everyone is over by Casper on the couch. They step back when the see me, and I look down at her.
“What’s wrong?” I ask no one in particular.
“Vincent is on his way,” Savage murmurs, and I roll my eyes. They all act like he’s going to burn the place down. He has a temper when it comes to Casper, but he’d never do anything that would actually upset her.
“You’re all standing around like it’s a goddamn funeral. Savage, get Julie back upstairs. Scribe, get in my office. The rest of you clear out. He’s gonna be pissed as fuck when he sees Cas like this and I’d rather not make it a scene.”
The guys move away, and I look down at Cas as she sits up on the sofa.
“You realize there might be a funeral,” she says, sounding defeated.
I put my hand on her shoulder and smile down at her. “He’s gonna be pissed as fuck, Mackenzie.”
I laugh as she throws my arm off her shoulder and makes a growling sound. I love that woman like a brother, so I can’t help but poke the bear. She might be pouting about what Vincent is going to do when he gets her, but she isn’t fooling anyone. She gets off on how he acts towards her.
Turning to walk away, I see Vincent enter the club and make a beeline for Cas. I go into my office and shut the door behind Scribe and me before the shit hits the fan.
Taking my seat at my desk, I see Ham on the couch with Scribe. Knox “Scribe” Robertson and I go way back, and having him as our resident accountant/hacker is the reason for the nickname. He keeps logs of all our shit and spends about ninety percent of his time on his computer. If he’s not on his computer, he’s on his bike doing club shit. From what I hear, he’s got a long line of women chasing after him, but he’s yet to let one hold him down.
“So what the fuck happened tonight?” I ask, wanting to get the whole story.
“We went looking for Pinch. When that shit went down with the Five Aces last month, I went searching and found out that our prospect had something to do with it.”
Scribe is talking about how the Five Aces came to our territory and fucked with our shop. Only someone with inside information would have known when to hit us and where things were. They came in the rear entrance of the property and fucked up the shop pretty bad. We’ve got three other shops in town that people drive from states away to use, but it seems the Five Aces got a hold of those, too.
Whoever gave them this information could have done it for a few reasons: he was looking to make a name for himself, he owed a fuck-ton of debt, or needed a fix and this was the only way to get it.
I had construction crews on site right after the hit, but it’ll take time and cost us money, not only in repairs but in business lost. This is a bigger headache than I ever wanted to deal with, but as club President, it’s my job.
The door opens and Savage walks in, shaking his head and laughing.
“What?” Scribe and I ask at the same time.
“If I’m not mistaken, Vincent is saying he’s going to shoot himself in the leg and see how much Cas likes it. I don’t know. I walked out when she pulled her gun out and offered to do it herself.”
“So no sign of Pinch?” I say, changing the subject and getting back to the problem at hand.
“None,” Scribe says, looking down at his phone. “I can do some digging. If he pops up, you’ll be the first to know.”
I look over at Savage and we lock eyes. He’s worried about me and the girl upstairs. He knows me well enough that we don’t have to speak. We’ve been through ten tons of shit together, so he knows when something is off.
“I got it,” is all I have to say before he nods and turns to leave.
“I’m going back upstairs with shortcake. Someone holler if you need anything.” Savage says before exciting to go get his Julie.
I turn to Scribe and clear my throat. He looks up from his phone at me and shrugs his shoulder. “Sorry, I was canceling the raid I was supposed to do tonight.”
“Like I know what that means. Go back to the doc’s house and get her some goddamn clothes. She’s gonna be here for a while. And make sure you get her glasses. She can’t see shit without them.”
He raises his eyebrow at me, but I just ignore it.
“Will do, Pres,” he says, getting off the couch. “Come on, Ham. You can ride in the sidecar.”