His Old Lady - Debra Kayn Page 0,31

music playing in the clubhouse. "Hello?"

"This is Montana State Penitentiary calling. Will you accept a call from Kevin Walker?"

He lowered the phone, and Paco grabbed his wrist before he could hang up. There was nothing Walker needed to say to him.

"He's asking for you, brother. Take the call," said Paco.

Curley gritted his teeth. Walker hadn't called him since he'd claimed Faye. There was nothing more to say between the two of them.

They each knew why Walker was in prison and why he was living on the outside, taking care of Faye.

Paco pointed his finger, urging him to accept the call. Curley's chest tightened. "Yes."

There was no defining click, letting him know the operator left the connection. All calls received from the prison, from Tarkio members, were under the assumption that they were being recorded. Club business couldn't be shared over the phone. That meant Walker called for a personal reason.

"You there?" said Walker.

His upper lip curled, knowing the voice as well as his own. "Yeah."

"What's going on with my niece?"

Just like that, Walker had put personal feelings aside and got to the point of the call. Faye was more important than anything else.

"She's working at a titty bar." That's all the explanation Walker would need.

"Control her, damnit."

He grabbed the back of the chair in front of him. "I am."

"Fucking Christ, man." Walker's voice got deeper. "If you don't get her to stop, I will."

His skin prickled. "What have you done?"

"I've agreed to let her walk away from you in exchange for putting her shirt back on and quitting her job, and I'll keep my word."

As if sucker punched, he rocked back on the heels of his boots. "She belongs to me."

"Bullshit. You claimed her but haven't done Jack shit about making her your ol' lady."

He fisted his hand and punched out at the chair, sending it toppling. Walker had nothing to do with his personal business. When he claimed Faye, that meant she belonged to him.

"You're stepping on dangerous ground, brother," he said through clenched teeth.

"Let her go or—"

"Don't come between Faye and me." He growled. "I'll handle her."

"She can't work at the tittie bar," said Walker, his voice vibrating over the phone.

"I said, I'll deal with her." He hung up the phone.

His mind reeled. Faye had gone to prison and visited her uncle. She picked a fine-fucking-time to involve Walker in their problems.

"Everything okay?" asked Paco.

He glared at his MC brother. All Paco had to do was ignore the damn phone call, and he never would've had to talk to Walker.

After all these years of Walker having nothing to do with him, he picked the worst time to make contact. Curley was up against the wall. He owed Walker. To ignore his demand, he could be putting his own life on the line.

"No." He walked out of the clubhouse and to his Harley.

Everything was not fucking okay.

He pulled out onto the street and headed in the opposite direction of home and continued to the on-ramp for the interstate. He and Walker went way back. There was a time when either one of them would've taken a bullet for the other. Their loyalty was proven more than once.

Curley owed Walker a payment that could never be paid.

But all that fell to the side when he claimed Faye.

After Walker had told him he was no brother of his when Curley had confessed to sleeping with Faye, there was only one thing that would make him call.

And that reason had a lot to answer for.

An hour later, he knocked on Faye's door. During the few minutes he waited, he came up with several ways to make sure she understood he was the only man she should come to with her problems. He would be the only one helping her. He was the only man who had the right to have her.

She'd forced his hand when she'd stripped naked and crawled in his bed. Now, she had to live with the consequences.

The door opened. Faye filled his vision.

Her eyes captured his before he could make sure she was unharmed and okay. His body hardened. He was sick of protecting her.

He'd like nothing more than to show her exactly how he felt and shock some sense into her. She was no longer a teenager on the cusp of adulthood and needed to know she couldn't walk around, tempting him, unless she was prepared for what he could do to her.

She frowned, pulling her robe tighter around her body. "What are you doing here?"

"We need