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“I’m ready to sign,” I state, looking at Neil for a pen.
He hands it over and I sign my name on the line before handing it to Ricochet to do the same. My man signs his name and sets the pen on the papers before sliding it across the table toward Tara. Once she’s done reading through everything she picks up the pen and signs her name on the dotted line. We hand the contract back to Neil and he assures us they’ll get it filed and make sure we have copies sent out to us as soon as possible. Neither one of us wants to move forward until we have the contract in our possession. They don’t blame us and are trying to make this situation as easy on us as possible.
“Let’s get somethin’ to eat and take it home. Tara you’ll come over for dinner. Hawkeye, I’m guessin’ you’ll be joinin’ us tonight?” Ricochet asks as we stand up to leave the office.
After thanking our lawyers, we make our way out of the office and head for Ricochet’s truck. On the way home, he helps me in the passenger seat again before getting in the driver’s seat. We take off once Tara and Hawkeye are in the truck and agree on a restaurant to stop and get takeout from. None of us really talk on the way home as I hum along to the song on the radio. Well, we don’t talk to one another. I can hear Tara and Hawkeye murmuring in the backseat and I’m trying not to pay attention to the conversation they don’t want us to overhear. It’s hard as fuck, but I’m really trying my best. Ricochet rests his hand on my thigh and I lay my hand on top of his. Today is a great day and I hope nothing changes how happy I am right now.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ricochet
GETTING HOME AFTER meeting with the lawyers and signing the contract, we’re all happy. Well, Tara, Paige, and I are happy. I don’t know what the hell Hawkeye is thinking or feeling. He’s back to closing himself off and shutting down in front of everyone. Like Paige, I wasn’t expecting him to go with us today and was shocked as fuck when he got in the truck before we left the house. I wasn’t about to tell him he couldn’t come with us though. If he wants to be there for Tara, then I’m happy for them. I want them to work their shit out and have the talk he said he was gonna have with her. Instead, I think he’s been putting it off again for some reason. Not because he’s scared, but because I know he wants her to focus on this shit and do what she has to do. That’s who Hawkeye is deep down. Though, not many others would believe me if I told them that. They just don’t know him like I do.
“This food smells so good,” Paige says as I park at the house and turn to look at her while shutting the truck off.
“It does. I’m glad we stopped somewhere new to try. Let’s get inside and eat,” I say, getting out with Hawkeye as we move around to the passenger side of the truck.
We help our girls out and then I grab the food from the front seat before taking Paige’s hand and walking toward the porch. Walking up the stairs, I immediately know something’s wrong. I stop and push Paige behind me. She stands still as Hawkeye does the same thing to Tara. He follows me up to the door and we see a folded piece of paper taped to the door. My gut immediately tells me this isn’t going to be anything good. If someone from the club wanted to get a hold of us for some reason, they’d have sent a message or called. They would have tried to get in contact with us until we answered. Leaving a note on our door isn’t anything they’d do for any reason.
“What the fuck is this shit?” Hawkeye growls as he rips the paper from the door and opens it up.
The words on the paper make me want to throw up as I read over Hawkeye’s shoulder.
I didn’t get a chance to sample the goods and taste you the last time I had you. Your sister and you belong to me. A debt your mother owes and she sold you both to pay it. I know your sister is pregnant, but you can’t have kids. So, I’m gonna take you first and break you in for myself. You’ll be my whore and I’ll enjoy every fucking second I get to make you scream and cry. You’ll be covered in so much blood. That’s when you’ll be pretty. Seeing your pale skin covered by my marks as you bleed out. When you’re so close to death, I’ll make sure your biker bitch sees what’s been done to you. No one will save you, Paige. You're mine and I’m not nice to my toys. I’m hard as fuck on them and you’ll be just one more in a long line of toys for me to break.
Lucifer
“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me!” I yell out, scaring the girls and making them jump as I turn to face them.
“Get them to the clubhouse. Now, Ricochet. I’m callin’ Dad to come up with some guys. We’ll go through the house and make sure no one’s in here. I’m gonna have Goose pull security footage to see who fuckin’ left this shit here. Don’t tell anyone else what’s goin’ on unless it’s one of the guys,” Hawkeye orders me as I nod in response before turning to lead the girls back to my truck. “I’m sorry I scared you both. Let’s go to the clubhouse.”
“What’s goin’ on?” Paige asks, her voice a whisper as it shakes with her fear.
“I’ll tell you later, baby girl. For now, we gotta get outta here and to the clubhouse,” I respond, looking at her so she knows now’s not the time to fuck with me about this.
I’m so fucking pissed and I want to go find Lucifer and murder him. I want to gut him and torture him for fucking weeks. Taking my time with him so he knows that he’ll never get his hands on my ol’ lady. Paige is mine and nothing will ever take her away from me again. I’m not about to fucking have this prick fuck with her head and fill it with the stuff nightmares are made of. I want to protect her from all this shit.
Getting the girls in the truck, I run to the driver’s side as I hear multiple bikes coming up to the house. Leaving, I pass my dad and about ten other guys heading for our house. I don’t believe Kevlar and Lyric are there right now. They would’ve heard someone on the porch. We’ve all been on high alert knowing Lucifer and the bitch are still out there. He wouldn’t have let whoever left that note get away from the house for any reason. So, I know we don’t have to worry about the two of them.
Pulling in front of the clubhouse, I park the truck, grab the food, and get out. Helping the girls out, we make our way inside and I lead them to a table so they can eat. I don’t have an appetite anymore. Reading those words killed any desire to eat I had. Still, I take a seat next to my girl and hand out the food to them while keeping Hawkeye’s and mine in the bags for later. If I even eat it. This shit needs to fucking end. Now.
As the girls start to eat their dinner, Goose rushes in the clubhouse and heads straight for his room. He doesn’t greet anyone or stop for any reason. All he does is look straight ahead and practically run past us. He knows how serious this is and doesn’t want to hesitate to find who’s responsible for this. I doubt Lucifer got on the compound, so he had help. Someone who knows where we live and what door we’d have to walk through to get to our section of the house. Not many people know that information so it has to be someone related to the club. Someone I consider a brother or a Prospect has betrayed us in the worst way possible. That’s not going to go over good at all. Though, it could also be one of the club girls. They’re always looking for a way to make sure they get the guy they want and don’t give a fuck who they hurt to make that happen.
Hopefully it’s not one of the girls because I won’t hurt them. If it’s one of the guys, I’ll be getting my fucking hands dirty. They’ll know exactly who the fuck is taking them out too. Everything I plan on doing to Lucifer, I’ll do to the fucker who decided to help him today. You don’t fuck with what’s mine and that point will be proven to everyone around.
It’s been almost two hours since we got to the clubhouse. The girls are quiet as fuck and I know they’re scared and want to know what’s going on. They’re not pressing me though. Paige keeps looking at me and she’s kept her hand on my thigh most of the time we’ve been here. I’ve been trying to keep myself calm and having her touch me is helping. A little bit. It’s not doing much because this is fucking with my head. The only thing I can think of are the words on that paper as they float around my mind.
The guys aren’t back yet. I don’t know what the fuck they’re doing, but it’s only making me even angrier than I was when I left the house. There’s something going on and they aren’t letting me know about it. I’m sure it’s not intentional, but I should be the one to be kept in the fucking loop. Especially when I see Venom rush from his office and head straight out the door of the clubhouse. He doesn’t even look at me. The only time Venom wouldn’t look at me would be if he knows something that’s gonna make me lose my fucking shit. He knows what’s going on at my house.
My phone vibrates on the table where I’ve set it. I quickly pick it up to find Kevlar’s name on my screen. I answer the call and stand from the table. He needs to know not to take Lyric to the house but I’m not going to say why in front of the girls.
“Hey, Kevlar. What’s goin’ on?” I answer the phone, a hard edge to my voice.
“What’s wrong?” he returns, hearing the rage in my voice.
“Got home from signin’ the contract with Tara today. Hawkeye and I found a note on the door of my level of the house. It was from fuckin’ Lucifer. He’s comin’ for my girl. He’s gonna fuckin’ break her and make her bloody from his marks before he takes Lyric. He’s just waitin’ because she’s pregnant right now,” I tell my brother, getting even angrier than I was before at the thought of our girls being hurt by this sadistic fuck.
“What the fuck? Are you shittin’ me right now?” he questions, his voice going deadly as his breathing picks up.
