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Drake hears the commotion and rushes downstairs, equally befuddled when he sees Michael. “What’s up?”
“What’s up?” Quicksilver snaps, then gives Kai a stern look. “I’m calm, you can let go of me.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Kai coolly insists.
“There are cops all over the place,” Quicksilver hisses and takes a deep breath. “I’m calm.”
Kai nods and lets go, then takes a step back, but the tension lingers in his shoulders. He’s ready to hold the man back again if he goes overboard. Not that Kessler can take the three of us at once.
“You three are the absolute worst!” Kessler says, pointing angry fingers left and right. “You need to stay the fuck away from my daughter, or I will bury you, and I will bury the club with you!”
“We didn’t see this coming,” I try to reason with him. “Nadia was just picking up some papers—”
“Cut the shit!” he shouts. “I know the truth. I know you three have been … all of you, you degenerates! It ends right now, you hear me? Grown ass men, defiling my daughter!”
Drake raises his hands in a slightly defensive manner. “Quick, it’s not like that, I promise. It’s consensual, it’s based on the utmost respect. We didn’t want to keep it from you, we just didn’t think you would understand.”
“My precious Nadia had a bright future ahead of her until you showed up and ruined her life,” Quick replies, his tone harsher than ever. I don’t recall ever receiving so much vitriol from this man, and so I don’t quite know how to react. It actually hurts me deep down. “No more, you hear me. You’ve done enough harm.”
“Quick, hold on, I’m sure Nadia doesn’t feel the same way,” I try to reason with him.
“Nadia doesn’t know what she feels right now, she has no idea what she’s gotten herself into, and I blame you, all of you. You need to stay away from her. It’s not a request. Stay away from my daughter. Period. If I catch any of you anywhere near her ever again, there will be hell to pay!”
I’m not sure there’s anything I can do or say at this moment to make Michael understand. His anger is sizzling hot. He’s an irate father who feels his daughter’s honor was tarnished. Of course, I should’ve seen this coming. Any man in his right mind would probably do the same or maybe worse. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised to find a pistol or a shotgun in the trunk of his Lexus, with bullets for each of us mongrels.
“Stay the fuck away from her,” he says again and leaves.
The silence that lingers after he leaves is damn near unbearable. My heart feels heavy, my stomach tight as I try to make sense of today’s events. So many things went horribly wrong, one after the other. I didn’t have time to process one incident when the other came tumbling in. Then another and another until … well, this impressive clusterfuck.
“Yeah, so today has been fucking amazing,” Drake mutters. I reckon he’s taking it the worst. He and Michael were always close. They’ve been working together on some independent projects, and I wonder how it will affect their relationship going forward. Quicksilver may be a man of means and reputation, but he is more than happy to go down in the gutter and get his hands dirty to protect those he loves, and right now, we’re the enemy, whether we like it or not. “What are we going to do, guys?”
“Most importantly, what did he mean that we ruined Nadia’s life?” Kai wonders aloud, his brow deeply furrowed. “We’ve kept this on the down-low, after all. She must’ve been the one to tell him about us, and I don’t understand why.”
“Paddy assured us she’s okay,” I add, equally confused. “No harm, no injuries. It doesn’t make sense.”
“Whatever it is, it drove her to tell Quick,” Drake says. “And we can’t exactly talk to her about it. Not today, anyway.”
“Heads up,” Kai warns us.
Someone else approaches the clubhouse, walking past the CSI techs with noticeable confidence and a heavy footstep. It’s a tall man in a black suit. I catch a glimpse of his holstered gun as he takes a badge out of his back pocket.
“Great, the hits keep coming,” I whisper.
It’s as if the universe has decided to screw us beyond repair, today of all days.
“Can I help you?” I ask the man as he comes in.
“I think I might be able to help you,” he says, a smile tugging the corner of his mouth. “Agent Dale Johnson, Federal Bureau of Investigation. The LA field office, to be specific. Sheriff Spencer reached out to us earlier this morning.”
Kai and Drake both look at me, understandably suspicious, but all I can do is shrug in genuine confusion. “Don’t even think about it; I didn’t say anything,” I tell them.
“The sheriff is concerned. He admitted that he and his deputies are overwhelmed and that we might be able to assist, given our track record with California’s more notorious biker gangs. I understand you fellas have a bit of a situation going on here,” Johnson says, motioning at the disaster around him.
“You’re quite perceptive; I’ll give you that,” I mutter, crossing my arms.
Kai exhales sharply and lowers his gaze for a moment. “Fine, Orry. Let’s try it your way. I’m tired, I swear to God, I’m so fucking tired.”
Drake nods at me. “Go on. Do your thing. You have our full support. We’re with you all the way, Orry, as always.”
