I guess that was a half-step up but leaving the Unseen isn't on the table for a Callaghan and when Hell made that clear, she still left her son behind to chase some dream in Cali.
The thought of raising a kid here by myself, having them sleeping in the clubhouse or back at my parents’ place when I'm locked up over club shit, it makes things clearer.
I'm not fucking touching her.
I finish off my beer in a single go. "Bitches are good at sucking dick and that's about it. I've got no need for a full-time piece. Fuck it, I don't wanna talk about it anymore. I don't need it getting back to Keely and her getting her hopes up."
Hell chuckles and nods. "Yeah, she'd be after some grandbabies in no time. She always was happiest with a bunch of toddlers running around.”
No fucking thank you.
King and Hawk both walk in together and I shut my mouth up tight.
No way I’m letting word get out.
I’m fucked enough as it is.
After the meeting I pass the hell out.
I wait until I’ve had eight solid hours of sleep before I get back on my computer and find the security footage. The guy has been in The Boulevard before which makes it easy to find and run his ID.
Finley Moody.
Some rich dick, not from Coldstone, and nothing comes up on the ID check. He works for Southern Miss, drives a Range Rover, and belongs to a country club.
What a fucking asshole.
He’ll be a dead asshole soon. I send his details to Rue and, after thinking about it for a half-second, I send them to Speck too. I need them both on this. If Speck is keeping an eye on Angel, which he will be until further notice, then he needs to know all about the assholes that might be a fucking problem.
He messages back straight away.
Can’t take care of him. Angel’s student advisor, too fucking messy. I’ll keep an eye out instead.
Student advisor.
She’s at college?
What a way to find out that there’s so much I don’t know about her. Fuck, other than the fact she’s hot as hell and can work a pole better than any other girl I’ve ever seen I know fucking nothing about her really.
I don’t like it.
What’s she doing at Southern Miss?
I hate asking him but I need to fucking know.
No idea but she’s good with numbers. Fucking good, Poe passed a geometry test for the first time thanks to her notes.
I don’t have enough time to think that through fully. Jameson’s bachelor party is being held at Mugshots, the bar the MC owns, and I said I’d drop by and have a drink with them. I don’t know Jameson like Axe does but I’ve met him plenty of times, most of them involving a helluva lot of whiskey, and I’ve buried some bodies for him.
Enough that we have a mutual respect for each other.
The motherfucker doesn’t miss with a long distance rifle and a scope.
I make it to Mugshots early so I can check it out before the party gets here. I want to get in and out because I’m a dumbass about Angel, even though I’m trying so fucking hard not to be. I want to go get my eyes on her and make sure Moody didn’t go after her again last night.
If he knows her from college he might have her fucking address too.
Come to think of it, I need her fucking address.
It’s already busy, every table full and the food and drinks are coming out at a decent clip. I grin and work my way through the room, greeting the regulars and the townspeople that I’ve spent my whole life around. Some people might find that a little claustrophobic but to me it’s just the way home is. I know everything and everyone so if someone steps outta line I know exactly how to deal with it.
I take a seat in the Callaghan booth, always reserved for one of us, and one of the waitresses comes to my table straight away.
She grins at me, all batting eyelashes and push up bra. “Hey Tomikas! It’s been a minute since you were last here! Something big going on in your world?”
I don’t have it in me to flirt back with her. Fuck, I can’t even fake it. “I’m a busy man. I’ll have a couple beers and that’s it.”
She deflates with a pout but doesn’t push me. “Coming right up.”