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“No problem. If there’s nothing else, I’ve gotta speak with Dime about Tracker’s place. He wants a gun room in the basement, and I’m looking at lining it out with steel sheets. Dime is working on that project, so I need to confirm if we can do that or not.”

“Fuckin’ hell, Tracker will love that. We all know he’s a weapons expert, and he has more than any one person would need. He could go to war on his own,” I state while chuckling.

Speaking of the man has him appearing, and he has Ayla in the body carrier. Walking up to us, he smirks, “Well, just the man I wanted to speak to, Truck.”

“What’s up, Pres?” I ask as I tickle Ayla under her chin. She gives that baby giggle you can’t help smiling at.

“I’ve put your name down for the charity run next year. It’s going to be for a good cause and with other clubs taking part I want a good turnout of brothers. Tracker, Ayla, Tracker.”

I frown because what the fuck is he saying Tracker for?

“Tracker is the best, Ayla…say it, Tracker!”

Oh, I get it now. Pres is trying to get Ayla to say his name next. I smirk because Ayla is showing no sign of saying his name. In fact, she is giving me the biggest smile imaginable.

I decide to get myself some bonus points with Pres, so I quickly joined in the teaching. “Tracker. Track-er. Tra-cker.” Now I say the name in a different way so whichever way Ayla likes it she may blurt it out.

Jeremy gives both me and Pres a roll of the eyes and a shake of the head before he walks away, grumbling about idiots where babies are concerned. Do I give a shit? No, not at all.

“I’m good with the charity run, Pres. I would have put my name down for it anyway. Tracker…Tracker,” I add onto the end and give Ayla a frown when she is staring after Jeremy. “I don’t think she’s concentrating, Pres.”

“Nah, she’s a daydreamer. But I’ll tell you when I die, I’m gonna gut the three of them when I arrive. They'd best run because I’ll not forget they got their names said before mine,” Tracker is frowning and I smirk because I can imagine the four of them as ghostly beings fighting as only friends can.

Ayla kicks her feet and giggles, watching something we can’t see. I look at Tracker, and he is frowning as his eyes scan the area in front of us. I can’t see anything, but obviously Ayla can, as she bursts into another fit of giggles.

“Acker,” Ayla says, and I watch as Tracker kisses the top of her head, grinning like a fool.

“You heard that, Truck. Finger owes me a Benjamin,” said with so much amusement that I can’t help but chuckle.

“I heard her say it, Pres.”

Ayla chants Tracker, and I watch as our Pres, who isn’t a pussy by any means, softens as he kisses her again. “You saved yourselves an ass-beating. But I won’t forget,” Pres states and I know he’s speaking to the three brothers. Trouble is, as far as I see anyway, they are dead, so how the hell is he going to get back at them?

I watch as Pres walks back to the clubhouse, but what amuses me is the small whirls of wind that are following him. Three of them, and I’m keeping quiet because Rory is already spooked as shit about what she’s seen and heard.

Shaking my head, I know I’m going to have to be the witness. Pres is going to go back into the clubhouse and brag. He’ll make sure Finger knows he got his name out before Finger did. Yeah, I follow Pres because I know I don’t have any other option.

As I walk into the common room I hear, “Oh, fuckin’ hell, Ayla. Why did you do that to Dada?”

Cilla is giggling, and I notice there are mugs and other shit floating mid-air. The brothers are progressing with their ghostly shit is what I’m thinking. But I’m sure not going to point it out to anyone.

“Ayla knows who the better man is, don’t you Ayla, baby?” Pres coos. Yeah, you heard it here first, the President of the Restless Demons MC cooed to a baby.

“Give her to me,” Cilla takes Ayla out of the body carrier much to Pres’ annoyance, but he knows Cilla will go ape on his ass if he doesn’t hand Ayla over. “Did you say Tracker, Ayla? Did you? You are such a clever girl.”

“She is not a clever girl. She is a traitor to her Dada,” Finger states, and honestly, I reckon he has a pouting lip sticking out.

I don’t want to get more involved in this shit, so I quickly hightail it out of the clubhouse and jump on my hog. I reckon I’ll take the long way to work after all this bullshit.

I arrive at the gas station and watch as Echo, who is Collins of course, stands nose-to-nose with a guy. I park my hog and saunter over to hear what is going on.

“You’ll pay for that gas, or you’ll regret it,” Echo says through gritted teeth.

The guy must be an idiot because he smirks as he leans into Echo while responding. “Yeah, what the fuck can you do?”

Wrong thing to say, and Echo quickly grabs the idiot by the front of his t-shirt and headbutts him so hard I hear the fucker's nose break. He follows that with a punch to the gut, which has the man doubling over and coughing. “That’s what I can do. Now pay up and get the fuck out. If you ever come back, I’ll bury you in the gas tank where nobody will find you.”

“Nice, Echo. I can see that working,” I add, just to give his words some effect, and to watch the idiot lose all color as he now realizes there are two of us.