Torch (Great Wolves MC) - Jayne Blue Page 0,67

could get to her. I had one more secret of Shannon’s to keep. When they did her ultrasound at the hospital, she found out she was having a boy.

Torch stood behind the bar giving instructions to the probies. We’d open to the public again three nights from now. This was just for the club. The family.

I took a stool opposite Torch. He had that look on his face, and I knew he had something serious to tell me.

“It’s all set still, right?” I whispered, not wanting Nicole or anyone else to hear.

“Yes,” he said. “I just got off the phone with the U.S. Attorney’s office. Your statement was the last thing they needed to wrap things up. You were amazing.”

I’d spent almost the whole day yesterday in an office in Cleveland explaining everything I knew about what my Uncle George did. I had about seven missed calls from my father and couldn’t decide when to return them.

“Sydney,” Torch said. “I just want to make sure you know what you have to do now. It’s important.”

“I do,” I said. “I’ll call him in a few minutes if you like. Are you …” I leaned in closer and whispered. “Are you sure he’s really gone?”

Torch nodded. “I don’t know where. I never want to. But your uncle took the deal. They’ve got him squirreled away in witness protection. They’ve rounded up the senior leadership of the Devil’s Hawks. They’re done. Finished forever in Ohio.”

“Here we go!” Nicole shouted. She had the remote for the big-screen television, and she’d tuned it to a local news station.

A cheer went up as we saw a live feed outside the Lincolnshire P.D. headquarters. Chief Tim Davis was being led out in handcuffs to an FBI van.

Torch’s phone rang. He never said hello. He listened and nodded his head. “Understood,” he said, then clicked off. His face split into a wide grin.

“It’s go time,” he said. He vaulted over the bar and slid his arms around me. “This is as much you as anyone, baby. Davis is gonna rot in federal jail right alongside the Hawks. It’s over. For good.”

There was a rumble of engines outside. Goosebumps covered my flesh as my heart rate doubled with excitement. Everyone in the bar waited with breathless anticipation. Then the front door flew open, and a raucous cheer went up.

Colt came through with Amy tucked under his arm. She was beaming, crying while looking up at him. He was followed by Kellan and Mallory. Then Brax. Nicole flew across the room, and he caught her, lifting her in his arms. Joker and Tara came next. The boys were home. For good. The pack was back together.

The only man missing was Sticks. He’d wanted to go to the hospital to be by Shannon’s side.

As the evening wore on, the drinks flowed. I got so many hugs I think my own ribs might be cracked.

“We owe you,” Colt said to me when he found a quiet moment to do so. “The club never forgets.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I’m just glad it’s all over.”

Colt’s eyes twinkled as he looked over my shoulder. “Oh, I’d say it’s just beginning.” I turned to follow his line of sight. There was my man. Torch was busy doing shots with Brax.

“Shit,” I said. “I better go pry him loose before Brax drinks him under the table. He’s no good to me then.” I blushed, realizing what I’d just implied. But Colt was already doubled over with laughter. Amy came to his side and pulled him away for herself.

I wanted to go to Torch but decided there was no better time to get the last of this over with. Then I was free and clear to enjoy my evening.

I slipped into the conference room where the men usually met. It was empty, and earlier, Colt told me I could use it.

It was an impressive space. They sat at a huge, polished wood table with Colt at the head. I slipped into Torch’s seat. The leather warmed beneath me. I pulled out my phone and dialed my father’s number.

“Sydney!” he yelled in answer. “Where the hell have you been?”

I had a whole speech prepared. How I was over eighteen. How I’d made up my own mind. But when he asked that simple question, the only answer that mattered popped into my head. I smiled.

“Home,” I said. “Dad, I’m home.”

I heard movement by the door. Torch leaned against the doorframe. He’d just taken a swig of beer and nearly spit