Page 5 of Cruel Biker

“You make me fucking sick. You were never good enough for my daughter, and you’re still not good enough for my daughter. You piece of shit.”

“That’s enough,” Maverick said, coming over. “If this had been anyone else, you’d be dead already, Gus.”

“We all know that wouldn’t happen. My daughter deserved better than this, from all of you.” Mr. Graves turned toward Maverick. “I consider this a personal slight. You’ve been warned.”

Bolt didn’t know what that meant.

“Dad!”

“Don’t you fucking speak to me right now. Of all the men to piss off, Gus Graves is not the man you want as your enemy.” His father gave him one last disgusted look, turned on his heel, and left.

This was turning into a nightmare. If Mr. Graves was here, that meant Wen was at her parents’ place, and he needed to go and talk to her. He didn’t look at anyone, just made his way toward his bike, straddled his machine, and took off, heading into town.

Morwenna’s parents lived near the woods. He recalled spending so many long summers camping out with Wen. They would tell each other horror stories and ghost stories for days, if not weeks. They were some of the best times of his life. Mr. Graves would camp with them, and he would teach them both how to survive the great outdoors. He taught them to hunt, although Wen refused to kill any animal. They would shoot guns at tin cans, and just fun things.

The way his father-in-law looked at him, he knew it was going to take a miracle to get back into his good graces.

Arriving at their home, the front garden was absolutely pristine. Mr. Graves had long left the military, but his teaching hadn’t ended there. He still required order, but Willow, Wen’s mother, happened to also love things neat and clean. She was a good woman.

He parked his bike and made his way up to the main door, slamming his fist on the door.

“Wen, I know you’re in there. Come on. Come out. We need to talk.”

He stood and waited.

Nothing. The door didn’t open. There was no sign of anyone or anything.

And then, the door opened and he came face to face with Willow.

“Mrs. Graves, please, I need to speak to Wen.”

“Her name is Morwenna, and she is not here.”

“I know she is.”

“She left,” Willow said, “and I think it is time you left as well. I don’t want you here.”

“Mrs. Graves—”

“You were asked to never hurt her. That was all you had to do, and you couldn’t even do that,” she said.

“I’m so sorry.”

“You’ve hurt my daughter, angered my husband, and right now, I want you to leave, Casey. Now.” With that, she slammed the door right in his face.

This was not how he imagined this going. He had no idea where Wen could have gone. Stepping out of Mrs. Graves’s yard, he straddled his bike and took off to his and Wen’s house.

On arrival, he knew she wasn’t there. Her car wasn’t there, and as soon as he stepped inside the house, there was no sign of her. The only other place he knew Wen could have been was at his father’s garage. Even though her food blog had taken off, and she made a good living off of it, she still took her responsibilities seriously.

He arrived at his father’s garage, and there were already a bunch of cars parked in the main lot. There was no sign of Wen’s car, and he didn’t know if she would have sold it, or just parked it somewhere he couldn’t see.

Entering the main reception, he didn’t see Wen. He saw his father at the main desk, and the reception room had at least five people waiting inside.

“Dad, have you seen Wen?” he asked.

“She came by earlier, handed in her resignation effective immediately, and left,” his father said, looking up. “She told me that under the circumstances, she shouldn’t be here. She gave me a complete and thorough run-through of her entire system, and wished me luck.”

His father was angry. Although he wasn’t showing it, Maverick was pissed off. The club loved Morwenna. He knew it was why none of them had rocked the boat, why they always warned him when she was on her way. This time, no one had done that. And it had fucked everything up.