Until Amy - Jessica Ames Page 0,43

police report, see if I can get some detectives on the case.”

“Fuck that,” Shane growls. “This ain’t a job for the police.”

“It’s exactly a job for the police.”

“Club’ll handle it.”

Chase scoffs. “Yeah, I know exactly how your fucking club will ‘handle’ it. No way. We do this legal and above board.”

Shane gets in his face, his mouth pulled into a snarl that scares me a little. I’ve never seen this much anger coming off him before.

“You think legal and above board is going to work with a fucker threatening what he’s threatening?”

I watch the standoff developing between two men I love deeply. My brother scowls and points a finger at Shane’s chest.

“You let me handle this.”

“Ain’t trusting Amy’s safety to anyone.”

“You think I’d let anything happen to her? She’s my sister, asshole.”

“I know that. Don’t care who she is to you. She’s my woman and I’ll do what I have to in order to keep her fucking safe. Don’t like that, ain’t my problem, but don’t get in my way.”

Chase stares at him, his eyes blazing fire, but it’s me he speaks to.

“Do you see why I don’t want you with this guy?”

“I get that you’re both worried,” I say, “but surely it doesn’t hurt to have the police and the club looking into this? It’ll speed the process up.”

“Sons handle shit in-house, Amy. We don’t bring the law into our business.”

“Yeah, well in the Sheldon family, we go to the police when people are being threatened,” Chase interjects.

“File the report,” Shane snarls out the words, “but you better hope you get to that fucker before I do.”

24

Whizz

I’m fucking furious about the threat Amy received. My blood boils every time I think about it, in fact. I want to kill the bastard who sent it, but until we know who that is, I’m trying to keep my cool so I don’t freak her out. The threat is serious, and while I don’t like Chase, I do feel a little better knowing more eyes are out there, hunting this guy. The police have shit at their disposal I don’t have—like finger printing and DNA sampling. Not that Chase implied any of that would be done, but I have to hope with a threat this serious they would do more than just twiddle their fucking thumbs.

I suspect Amy knows more than she’s letting on. She’s been quiet since the letter came, which is expected, but she won’t meet my gaze when I ask about it, which makes me think she’s hiding something. What, I don’t know, but I intend to find out.

I drop her off at work and drive the cage back to the clubhouse. I’m picking her up after she finishes her shift, too. I’m not taking any chances. If I could, I’d stay with her during her shift, but that suggestion had not gone down well.

I head to find Flash. The brother is a computer whiz, so I’m hoping he can find something out about who Amy’s mystery letter sender might be.

I find him in his room, tinkering on his computers as usual. Flash lives up to his name. His entire wardrobe is designer, including the boots he’s wearing. He’s got jeans on with a white button-up shirt that makes him look more like a male model than a biker. His hair is perfectly styled and he has a heavy chain around his neck that probably cost an arm and a leg.

He glances up as I rap on the door frame to get his attention.

“Brother,” he says.

“Need a favor. Someone’s harassing my woman. Need to figure out who is in her life. Can you help?”

“You got a name?”

“Amy Sheldon.”

“Anything else you can tell me?”

I reel off as much information as I can about her, while Flash types shit into the computer. When I’m done, he says, “Give me an hour. I’ll have something for you.”

“Appreciate that.”

I make my way back to my room, pissed at having to sit around with my thumb up my arse waiting for an answer, but grateful as fuck Flash can help. If there’s anything to find, he’ll discover it. Do I feel guilty about rummaging through Amy’s life? A little, but if it keeps her safe, I’ll do whatever I have to.

A text message comes through and I pull out my phone.

AMY: I miss you.

I grin and type my response.

ME: Not long before you can see me again.

AMY: Work’s going so slowly.

ME: I can’t wait to have my mouth on your pussy tonight.

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