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"Scouts honor," I assure her, holding three fingers up.
Her face softens. "Why do I have a feeling you were never a Boy Scout"
I put down my hand and smirk. "I knew a Boy Scout once."
Oakland shakes her hand, a grin lighting up her face. “You’re a slick one,” Still grinning she leans back into her car, says something to Morgan, grabs her bag, then moves back out and closes the door behind her.
“Here, you’ll need these.” She offers me her keys.
“Right,” I smile, slipping them into my pocket before moving around the side of Oak’s car to get Morgan’s booster.
"Where to, babe?" I ask once I’ve gotten both girls situated in the backseat of my truck.
Oakland rattles off the address on the other side of town and we’re off.
The ride is mostly quiet as Mila and Morgan doze in the backseat and Oakland stares out the window.
The second I pull into her driveway, I know something’s wrong.
"Stay here," I order as I put my truck in park and hop out.
I walk up the sidewalk around the side of her trailer and my stomach drops.
Every single one of her windows is broken. There are shards of glass and pieces of mangled metal from their frames scattered everywhere. Stepping carefully, I climb the rickety steps onto her porch and freeze.
What the fuck?
Oakland’s flimsy door is hanging off its hinges, giving me a perfect view of her living room which is a fucking wreck. I peek around the frame and see that the whole place has been turned upside down.
"Fuck," I growl, turning around to head back to the truck and damn near barreling over Oakland whose eyes are wide with shock.
"Oh my God," she whispers, her hand covering her mouth.
Grabbing her arm gently, I pull her back toward the truck. "You’re not staying here. It’s not safe."
“But... this is my house—our things—where the heck are we supposed to go? Her voice cracks as she looks through the windshield where Morgan is sound asleep in the backseat of my truck.
“Baby,” I say carefully, waiting for her eyes to come back to me. “You can’t stay here with your daughter. It’s not safe. Whoever did this could come back.” Her eyes grow huge, but I keep going, “And you don’t want Morgan seeing this. For now, until I can figure out who did this, you and Morgan are going to come home with me and Mila. No arguments.”
For a moment, I think I went too far with the whole no arguments bit and she might protest, but she surprises me instead, saying, “You’re right. Morgan doesn’t need to see this.”
“Good girl.” Not wanting to give her time to overthink the plan, I lead her back to the passenger side door and help her into her seat.
I rush around the hood of my truck and get us back on the road.
"We’ll figure this out," I say, breaking the silence. "I’ll send Easy to secure your place the second we get home, and I’ll have Dex and George start looking into it, yeah?"
Oakland turns to look at me. "Thank you, Thorn. I don’t know what I would have done if..." Her voice trails off, and I see her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Without thinking, I reach over and take her hand in mine. "I’ve got you, babe."
She gives me a watery smile, and I feel something tug in my chest.
"This is your house?" Oakland asks when we’re pulling into my driveway.
I glance over, seeing a surprised look on her face. “What’s wrong with it?”
She blushes, shaking her head. "Nothing, I just... I didn’t expect a biker’s house to be so cute."
“Cute?” I pop a brow, fighting a grin.
