Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,83
to witness their display; I didn’t want to hear any more about it.
“I showed her a few of the pictures I framed, and she said she was impressed, that she really liked them.” She pulled her phone from her pocket and unlocked the screen, flipping the device toward me. “Linc bought me a camera because I told him I was interested in photography.” She scrolled through a few snapshots. “These are mostly of nature.” Images of a sunrise, a sunset, and some flower shots stared back at me. I didn’t know much about art and photography, and even I had to agree with Morgan’s take that they were impressive. She flipped through a few more, accidentally scrolling too far when I saw a glimpse of my buddy… naked. “Oops, sorry about that. Although, I could classify that one as nature, too.” A short laugh tumbled from her lips as her cheeks pinkened, and for the first time in days, I smiled.
“Did you just make a joke?”
“I guess I did.” She laughed some more, and I had to admit that while she was typically shy, less so when she had a few drinks in her, it was nice to see her slowly coming out of her shell. After everything that happened to her, I was happy she found Linc. Or should I say… that Linc found her. He did save her from those bastards, after all.
And just like that, my mind reverted to them and what they were possibly doing to Zoe and her pregnant stepmom. If I gripped my glass any tighter, it was gonna shatter, like my heart had been doing since I found out they’d been kidnapped.
In the midst of me talking to Maddie, there was a rush of commotion toward the entrance to the clubhouse. Cutter had gone outside and was followed by Hawke, the nomad coming back inside a minute or so later.
“I better go see what’s goin’ on.” I touched Maddie’s shoulder before quickly walking across the room, clocking Morgan on the way and pointing in her direction. She frowned, most likely not understanding that I was instructing her to stay put.
“What’s goin’ on out there?” I asked as soon as I closed in on Hawke.
“Some chick who said her van broke down. Cutter’s handlin’ it, tellin’ her we’re closed.” He tugged his hair from its holder and ran his fingers through it, pulling the strands back off his face. “I wasn’t too keen on lettin’ her in anyway. She looks like she might be tweakin’. But she did have a pretty cool snake tat on her forearm.
Chelsea turned her head toward us, taking a couple tentative steps forward. “Did you say you saw a snake tattoo on her arm?” Hawke raised his head in an arrogant move, but then narrowed his eyes, the skepticism in his eyes shining through. I didn’t understand his expression or why she asked the question. I didn’t believe these two had ever met, let alone exchanged words before.
“Yeah,” he finally answered.
“Was she about my height? With light brown hair?”
“I guess, but she has a hat on, so I can’t see her hair.” Hawke tilted his head to the side. “Why?”
Ace had walked down the hall seconds before his woman started asking questions, his steps toward her charged, a glimmer of worry creasing his features. When he was next to her, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back a step, almost like he was shielding her from the nomad.
“Because that sounds like Lisa. What is she doing here?”
“Who’s Lisa?” Ace asked, as curious as the rest of us.
“She came into the shop to get her hair done the same day we found out about…” Her eyes bounced from me to her man. “…you guys getting shot.” Chelsea swallowed and looked apprehensive. “She came back later asking if she left her wallet behind, acting shifty, glancing out the window several times while I looked for it, but I didn’t find anything. Braylen got a bad feeling about her, so she blurted out that Marek, Stone, and you,” she said, jerking her chin toward me, “would be there any second. And that’s when she took off.”
“Who the fuck is she?” Hawke took a step back toward the door without waiting for an answer. Although to be fair, none of us knew exactly who this Lisa chick was. But I didn’t believe it was a coincidence she was now standing outside our clubhouse gates.