“My woman didn’t fuck anythin’ up. She got out of an abusive relationship where she was raped on more than one occasion. That sound like a plan to you?” I growl out, my temper rising as I bring my gun up level with his head. “The rat in our club is no longer breathin’. After we got some information from him that is. Now, we’re gettin’ more from you.”
My trigger finger is getting jittery as the need to lay eyes on my woman overrides everything else. Before any of us can blink, Lloyd takes the choice away from all of us. He raises his gun and pulls the trigger, ending his own life before we could get any further information from him.
“Fuck!” I yell out. “We need to find out what the fuck Neil is doin’ and if he’s still in prison. Who his fuckin’ contacts are and anythin’ else to help us.”
“We will. I’ll get Fox on it,” Playboy assures me. “You get back to your woman and let us take care of this shit. Gwen doesn’t need to be alone any longer. You’ve been away from her awhile now. I’ll let you know when I get back.”
Nodding my head, I place my gun back in the waistband of my jeans and head back to my house. I straddle it while Slim also gets back on his.
“Not ridin’ alone. No one rides alone for now,” he states as we start our engines and take off.
Getting back to the clubhouse, I head to Fox’s room so I can shower. I don’t say a word as he continues to do his thing on his computers. My only goal is to take a quick shower and get to my own room. The second I’m out and dried off, I slide the sweatpants I stash here on. Nodding my head at Fox, I shut his door and head to my room.
Gwen is still passed out as I slide back in bed with her. Even in sleep, my girl turns to me. I wrap my arm around her and hold her close to me. Closing my eyes, I let sleep claim me. There’s nothing I can do for now. Not until the guys get back from my house and decide to have church.
Chapter Twenty-One
Gwen
TWO WEEKS HAS gone by. I’ve finally been cleared to go back to work as long as I remain sitting down and don’t get stressed out. However, I can only work a few hours a day. So, Stryker has decided I’m going to be working in the morning so I can make sure the schedules are set, put the supply order in the computer, and answer the phones. I also check in the clients and take their payments after they’re done. Honestly, I’m surprised Killer is letting me go to work. He must realize how stir crazy I’ve been going at the clubhouse.
Plus, when I get out of work today, Killer is taking me back to our house. He wants us to be in our home. It’s not as safe as the clubhouse, but we need our own space too. There’s too much shit at the clubhouse and I refuse to be out in the common room when the house bunnies come out in force to find the brother they want to fuck for the night. Including Killer and any of the other men who have wives or women. Killer’s had to stop me from getting off the couch more than once. So, I made the decision to remain out of there when the skanks come out to play.
I’m excited to be heading home. I want my own space and time away from the clubhouse. It’s still hard for me to be there sometimes with all the house bunnies. They can be pushy and I’m still shy in most aspects. Yeah, I’ve been opening up with Killer and the ol’ ladies, that’s completely different than dealing with the women who are desperate in their attempts to land the coveted role of an ol’ lady to the men of Phantom Bastards. None of those men will claim a single one of them, however that doesn’t stop them from trying. Especially with the officers of the club.
Rich is still my shadow no matter where I go. Even at the house, he’s with us. Killer never knows when he’ll have to jump up and leave on club business, so it’s easier for Rich to stay with us.