today,” Fin asks. I sigh and close the bathroom door behind me.
“Yeah. I just couldn’t sleep, so I came home. Thanks for letting me stay.”
“Viking said to tell you that you can stay anytime you want.
Are you sure you’re okay? You sound a little sad,” he says.
“I’m fine.”
“Well, before I forget. We’re headin’ to the beach house in a few weeks. Takin’ a break and just hangin’ out. You’re comin’ with.”
“Fin I don’t think-”
“I don’t care what you think. I want my sister to come with me. Yeah?”
“Okay,” I whisper into the phone knowing it’s the worst idea he’s ever had.
“Good. Come over anytime Carn. I mean it. The girls love you and the guys don’t mind you bein’ here.” I’m sure one or two of them actually do.
“I will. I’m going to get a shower. I’ll call you later. Love you.”
“Love you baby girl.”
His words soothe my aching heart. I love him more than he knows. When I hang up I turn the shower on as hot as I can stand it and climb in. The scorching heat soothes me. As the water falls around me I lower my head. What if Viking was right? What if I should go after what I want instead of letting Eric hold me back? What could he possibly do to me anyway? I’m an adult. If I want to work, I can. If I want to go to school, I can do that too. I let the water scald my skin as I smile to myself. I’m going to enroll in classes, just like I had planned to.
Chapter 7
VIKING
This is bullshit,” I roar as I look at what remains of our warehouse. Smoke continues to billow into the sky and the fire department is still on the scene. I thank God that this wasn’t one of our gun stashes. We house our legal shit here. Bike parts and other things of that nature. Not anymore. That’s all been burnt to the fucking ground. Only half of the warehouse remains standing. We can thank the boys of the Miami Fire Department for that. At least the fucks were quick to get on it.
“Any idea on who would do this?” Robert Crisp asks me. He’s the lead investigator. He also happens to be on my payroll.
“Really Crisp? You wanna go all formal and shit?” I ask as my anger is slowly rising inside of me.
“I have to Viking. This is your legit warehouse. I’ve got Miami FD and PD out here. We have to keep this one legal.”
I didn’t need him to remind me of that shit. I know it all too fucking well, but that does little to ease the annoyance of having them all hovering around here.
“One fuckin’ slip and that’s your ass Crisp,” I remind him.
He swallows thickly and nods his head. He knows that if my club gets brought under the gun for anything at all linked to this, that it’s his family on the line.
“I’ll call you if I find anything out,” he says before walking back towards his men.
One shot. That’s all it would take to make that fucker disappear. I glance over at Mason and see he’s laughing his ass off.
“I said that out loud yeah?” I grin when I realize my mistake.
“Yeah you did. I’m surprised the pudgy fuck didn’t come back to warn your ass about talkin’ like that in front of his men,” Mason teases as he slaps a hand on my shoulder.
“Tell me Fin has someone for me to shoot,” I mumble as we head back toward the bikes.
“He does. In fact, he has a few. Martin was lookin’ for a few newer guys down by the docks. The old ones seem to be tied up inside of it,” Mason laughs as I shake my head.
“Let’s get there then.”
I motion for the guys to move out. We all ride out in formation as we make our way through Miami. There have been a few times I’d considered moving. Seeking a new chapter or just walking away from the life altogether. My life has been easy as far as being in a MC goes. We run most of Miami, so shit doesn’t typically get brought to our doorstep. We are the only option when things need to be handled. If you go outside of us, well, you might as well consider yourself an enemy. I’ve often dreamed of a life with less violence in it. I know, it’s crazy coming from the president of