Spark of Hope (MacKenny Brothers #3) - Kathleen Kelly Page 0,4
man,” replies Cutter.
“Fuck you, Cutter.” Sean’s gaze comes back to me. “Has the boy genius found anything?”
I raise an eyebrow at Angus, who shakes his head and says, “Not yet.”
Standing, I stretch out, crack my neck from side to side, and rest my hands on the top of the chair. I lock eyes with Cutter. “Lola was up and dressed this morning to take Annie to church.”
“And?” asks Cutter.
I shake my head. “It’s not like her. She’s not a morning person. Lola was up to something, and she didn’t want me to know about it.” I stare down at Angus. “Can you pull her cell-phone records?”
“Does a bear shit in the woods?”
Shaking my head at him, Angus opens a can of Red Bull, cracks his knuckles, and goes back to tapping away on the keyboard. I gesture for the other two to leave him alone, and we all move out of the room.
“What now?” asks Sean.
“I can’t wait here doing nothing. Let’s take a ride to Lola’s mother’s house. See what we can see.”
“You going to question her?” asks Cutter with an eerie grin. The man is loyal, but he’s creepy as fuck when it comes to some things. You should see him around fire. The man has mad skills when it comes to making it appear like an accident. I’ve witnessed Cutter burn down a shack with bodies inside, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Yeah, but that’s all.”
“Aww, fuck, Kyle. Let me do it. You stay here,” says Sean.
“This isn’t club business. It’s personal.”
Sean shrugs, and Cutter gives a slight shake of his head.
“She’s not my old lady.”
“When was the last time you fucked someone else?” asks Sean.
I scowl at him. “It’s been a while.”
“Lola is family.”
And for Sean, it’s that easy. Lola is mine, so she’s MC and family all rolled into one.
“I can’t stay here. I’ll go mad if I don’t do something. Angus can call if he finds anything. I’m going.”
Cutter shrugs. “Wheels can watch over the club.”
Wheels is my Sergeant-at-Arms and a founding member of the Loyal Rebels MC. Lately, he’s been distant. I’ve been waiting on him to come to me, but as of yet, that hasn’t happened. Wheels is married with a couple of kids. His wife, Deedee, has never liked the MC, which is funny because she used to be a club whore until Wheels claimed her. Never understood the attraction, but he chased her from the get-go, then made her his old lady and wasted no time knocking her up. Deedee was a party girl, still is when Wheels isn’t around.
“Yeah.” I scrub a hand over my face and give Sean a sideways glance. “He said anything to you lately about his home life?”
“Nah. Everything seems kosher there.”
Maybe it’s all in my head. Maybe I’m seeing things that aren’t there. I pull my cell out of my pocket and call him.
“Yeah,” answers Wheels.
“Where you at?”
“Not far, Prez. Did you get a line on Lola? I’m over in the shed working on the Chevy. You need me?”
“No, man. I need you to watch over things for a bit. I’m going to see Lola’s family.”
“I should go with you.” The disapproval in his voice loud and clear that I shouldn’t be going alone.
“I need you here.”
Unlike Sean, Wheels knows better than to argue with me.
“You got it.”
I hang up and quirk an eyebrow at Sean. “I still think he’s got something going on at home.” I don’t have time right now to be worried about someone else.
“I’ll pay them a visit one day this week.”
“Good. Okay, let’s ride.”
It takes a little over an hour to get to Lola’s mom’s house. I’ve never met the woman. We pull up and park on the street. The grass out front is overgrown, much like all the other houses. Everything in this neighborhood looks unkept. Sean is the first off his bike.
“You want to head in?” he asks as he slides his glasses down his nose and stares at me over the top.
Climbing off my bike, I take in my surroundings. A curtain moves inside the house, and I say, “Someone’s home.”
“I’m going to go around back,” says Cutter. “Holler if you need me.”
I wait until he’s halfway down the side of the house before I walk up the path to knock on the door. Sean stands behind me off to one side, hand behind his back, probably on a gun. He’s nothing if not prepared. I pound on the door with the side of my