Everlasting - Christine Michelle Page 0,3
hear him. “This isn’t the time to start up woman drama.”
“Woman drama?” I asked, eyes bugging out of my head. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“Ever!” He hissed my name out like it was a curse as he ran his hands through the once lush hair that hung too long on his head now that it was thinning so badly.
“Don’t ‘Ever’ me! I want to know why my husband isn’t back yet and if you won’t tell me, I have no problem going over your head. I’ll contact Ghost,” I told him as I moved to take my cell out of my pocket. He swatted the damned thing out of my hand.
“What the fuck did I just see?” My father’s voice roared through the clubhouse causing me to turn in his direction. If looks could kill, we’d be searching for a good burial plot for Trunk. “Did I just see you swipe a cell phone out of my daughter’s hands?”
“It’s not what you think. She was threatening to bother Ghost with something that I told her was club business.”
My father’s head snapped back as if he had been physically hit and, for just a moment, I wondered if he was about to turn on me. Then, all those worries flew out the door. “Let me guess, she wanted to know where her man is?”
“Well, yeah, of course,” Trunk agreed.
“And you didn’t think to tell her yourself?”
“It’s club business,” Trunk argued.
“It’s something, all right. Why don’t you just admit to her that you don’t know where Deck is, but that we’re looking for him?”
“What?” I cried out as my father finally made his way beside me.
“Double-D,” Merc hissed out in warning as he and some of the other men gathered around me. It was almost as if they were forming a protective circle to keep everyone else in the clubhouse from seeing my reaction. “Do you really think it’s wise?” He glanced toward my stomach, as if to indicate that me being pregnant meant they needed to hide the truth. I wanted to kick my father-in-law so hard in the nuts in that moment.
“I think if we just tell her it’s ‘club business,’ her mind is going to go even crazier with worry for every minute he isn’t here to calm her fears,” my father admitted before turning back to me. “We’re working on getting him back.”
“Getting him back from where?” I asked as I took in the faces of all the men that surrounded me. It should have hit me sooner that all the officers were here with the men who had retired from the club years ago. That did not bode well for my husband or my family.
“He was captured two days ago,” my dad explained.
“Captured? By whom? What the hell does that even mean? Why?”
“It was the Tallahassee Chapter’s last run for a mob-like group running guns in and out of Canada,” he whispered the information to me so that his answer wouldn’t carry beyond us. “They’re known as the Trinity Group.”
“Their last run? Why would they do something like this on the last run?”
“We think maybe to force the club to continue with their arrangement since we’ve never had a trail on our people in the ten years we ran that pipeline for them.
“Is he dead?” I asked while I tried to wrap my arms around my middle, protecting my unborn child from the news that Daddy might not ever get to meet him or her.
“NO!” My dad’s answer was adamant just as Irons popped up with, “We don’t know anything for sure.” Kane, or Irons as the guys called him now, had been with the club for several years, and had been promoted to Enforcer for the club about two years ago when the old one stepped down and retired to Florida with his ailing wife.
I glanced between the two men, waiting for one of them to clarify that statement. “We were about to meet and discuss everything,” my father admitted.
“I thought you were retired?” I asked him and glanced toward Merc then too. “The both of you.”
“Not when it comes to family,” my dad leaned in and placed a kiss on my head as he spoke the words. “We’ll bring him home to you, sweet girl, I promise!”
I scoffed a bit. There was only one person on this earth whose promises meant much to me, and that was Deck. “Find my husband,” I demanded. “You bring him home to us, no matter what.” The