Hawk (Reckless Kings MC #2) - Harley Wylde Page 0,52

stalking her?” Tank asked. “If he kept leaving shit on her car, that meant he knew where he could find her at any time. Right?”

Shit. He was right.

“It’s possible,” the chief said. “He never would give us much of anything. It was a damn miracle he got sentenced at all. I half expected him to end up locked in a psych ward somewhere. Fucker was nuts.”

“The tracker was disabled,” Forge said. “Whoever was keeping tabs on Hayley can’t do it anymore, assuming it’s not the guy in prison. Plus she has a new vehicle. I think we need to focus on the drugs. And see if we can figure out what happened to Seb. If he’s still alive, he could still come for Hayley, not knowing we don’t have the drugs anymore.”

“What if we used the car as bait?” I asked. “No one knows we have the drugs. If this Seb person is still around, he could believe the drugs are still stashed in Hayley’s car. And he’ll want them back.”

“You think he noticed the tracking device was disabled?” Forge asked.

“It’s possible. Or maybe he thinks it’s malfunctioning. We won’t know if we don’t try,” I said. “I’d rather offer up the car as bait than my woman.”

“You think he knows she’s here?” Beast asked.

“If he put the tracker on her car, yes. Or if he overheard anyone around town say Hayley left with us.” I leaned back in my seat. “The guy is going to be desperate, if he’s still breathing. Let’s make him think he can have what he wants.”

“Forge, work with the chief. I want men watching that car so we can nab anyone who comes for the drugs. And, Chief, you’re definitely not a cop right now. We get this asshole, he’s not going to jail. Not until we get what we need from him. After that, I say we let the Bartinellis have him.” Beast slammed his fist on the table. “Church dismissed. Get the fuck out.”

He took his phone off speaker and picked it up. I figured he wanted to talk to Torch about Lyssa and Madison. I left the chief with Forge to go home to Hayley and Freya. They’d both been sleeping when I left the house. It might have been my imagination, but I could have sworn Freya had been a lot quieter the last two days. She still had some crying fits. The last few hadn’t been too bad, and she’d been easily soothed. From what Hayley had explained, the purple crying only lasted so long. Maybe it was nearly over.

I knew Hayley would be grateful. She’d been able to sleep a decent amount the last few nights. Well, except last night. I grinned thinking about all the times I’d made her beg for more. I hadn’t been able to fuck a woman four times in a row in a damn long time, but Hayley made me feel a lot younger. With her, it seemed I could go all night.

And we hadn’t used protection.

It was a gamble. She didn’t want another baby so soon after Freya, and I could understand why. If she ended up pregnant, I’d take it as a sign we were just meant to have another kid right now. We’d talked after the shower last night and agreed we didn’t want to use condoms. Until we heard back from the doctor, we wouldn’t know what other options we had.

I left the clubhouse and headed for my bike. A familiar car pulled to a stop next to me and the window rolled down. Lia smiled, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder.

“Hey, handsome. Haven’t seen you around here lately.”

“Not now, Lia.” Or ever. I’d fucked her once, and she’d relentlessly pursued me ever since. Some women needed warning labels. Hers would read clingy or desperate. Neither was attractive. Not for me.

“You seem tense.” She got out of the car and placed her hand on my arm. “I can help with that. You know I can.”

I tried to shake her off, but she held on tight. “Lia, let the fuck go. I didn’t say you could touch me.”

She stuck her lower lip out, probably think it was cute. It wasn’t. “Hawk, we were so good together. I’d be the perfect old lady for you, and you know it.”

“Sorry, Lia. I’m a one-woman man, and since I already have an old lady, you’ll have to bug the shit out of someone else.”

She took a step back and released me. “What?”

“You