Chapter Sixteen

T wo weeks.

Two goddamn weeks of following Morgue, and I feel like I'm going to lose my mind.

As soon as Kolby was feeling better, I jumped right back into figuring out what the fuck was going on in this town. Now more than ever, I need shit resolved. Kaitlyn needs me there with her and Kolby, not out stalking this asshole.

The man hasn't done a damn thing to raise red flags unless you consider his obsession with frozen slushies, sunflower seeds, and smokes suspicious.If I didn't know any better, I would think he was onto us following his every move, but I know he hasn't made me, and I doubt he's noticed Fang.

"Well what do we have here?" I murmur to myself as I watch a man walk down the path toward Morgue.

The man is in an ill-fitting suit, and his head is on a swivel.

I'm too far away to hear what he says when he approaches Morgue, but it looks to me as if the two are arguing.

Bingo.

If there's a problem between them, it makes my job easier to crack one of them and turn them on one another.

Morgue storms off, leaving the man standing on the trail. When the man starts walking back the way he came, I fall into step beside him, out of view. Before he can make it to the parking lot, I make myself known and jump out of the trees. I throw an arm over his shoulder, holding him right next to me.

"Keep calm," I murmur as I shove my gun into his side.

"Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am?" he hisses.

He tries to jerk out of my hold, leaving me with no choice. I slam the butt of my gun into his temple, making him crumple to the ground. Sighing, I holster my gun and bend down, and roll the man over, cuffing his hands behind his back with a zip tie from my back pocket.

With him secure, I pick up his dead weight, tossing him over my shoulder, and head back into the woods. Carefully, I make my way back to Kaitlyn's car and drop the guy in the trunk.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and make a call.

"Yeah?" Killer says as soon as he answers.

"I have mail for you. Where should I bring it?" I grunt as I stretch my back.

"Bring it to the warehouse," Killer says before hanging up.

I slip my phone back into my pocket and get in the car. I make the drive in less than twenty minutes. When I pull up to the building, Killer and Binx step outside.

"What did you find?" Killer asks as he walks toward me.

"The man from the photos met up with Morgue again. I snatched him when he was on his way out," I tell him as I pop the trunk open.

"Let me go!" the man demands as he scoots around the trunk.

"Oh look, Sleeping Beauty is awake," I muse, making the guys chuckle.

I grab his legs and pin them together while Killer grabs his arms. We carry him between us like a roasted pig into the warehouse before we drop him into a chair. We tie him to the chair before unbinding his wrists and rebinding them to the arms of the chair. The entire time, he rants and raves, but we ignore him.

"There we go," I say as I take a step back.

Binx steps up to the man and starts scanning his fingerprints on one of his devices.

"Do you want to do the honors, or should I?" I ask Killer.

Killer smirks. "I'm surprised you're asking."

"Your building, so I thought it was only fair."

"Well, you found him, so have at it."

I turn back to the man who's finally quieted down.

"Why were you meeting with Morgue?" I ask, throwing him an easy question.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Now let me go," the man hisses.

I tsk, shaking my head. "Sorry, but that's not going to happen."

"His name is Ronald Smith, forty years old, from Mississippi and moved to Nevada five years ago before relocating here three months ago, and from what I can tell, he's an ambulance chaser with debt up to his eyeballs," Binx tells us as he scans our report.

"H-how do you know that?" the man demands.

Binx smirks. "It's all right here. Might as well tell us what you know now before I find out for myself."

Pulling my knife out of my pocket, I step forward as I flip the blade open.

"W-what are you doing?" the man asks as he jerks in the chair.

"Who are you working for?" I ask as I run the blade down his arm.

"No one," he says weakly.

I slam my blade into the back of his hand, making him scream.

"I don't like repeating myself, Ronald, so tell me what I need to know."

"I'm an attorney," he says between sobs.

"I already know that, Ronald, now tell me who you work for."

"Look, I owe him a lot of money, okay? I didn't have a choice." He pleads with me.

I remove my knife from his hand, making him scream. I move the blade until it's hovering right over the top of his knee.

"Who do you work for?" I demand.

"William Danvers. I work for William Danvers."

As soon as the answer leaves his mouth, I shove the blade into his flesh.

"Fuck," I hiss as I stand up, pulling my phone out of my pocket.

I find his number right away and hit the call button.

"Who's this Danvers guy?" Killer asks.

"Colt."

"Reaper, we have a problem."

"What's up?"

"Danvers is alive and behind everything. I need help, man."

Reaper is quiet for a moment. "Are you sure?"

"I'm staring at a guy who claims to work for him," I confirm.

"We'll be there soon."

"Thanks man."

"Always," he says before hanging up.

"Do you want to tell me what the hell is going on?" Killer demands.

"Reaper's old lady was dating an abusive man. She ran to us and found Reaper. Turns out the dude is an old Lotus prospect who fucked up and got another prospect killed. He was banished. He's come back for his revenge, I guess. We thought we took care of him, but the fucker is like a cockroach. He won't die."

When I finish, he runs a hand over his mouth, shaking his head. "This needs to end. Now."

"I couldn't agree more."

I busy my hands by wiping down the countertop to hide the shaking. Logically. I knew that eventually I would meet more than Fang from Colt's club, only I thought I would have more than a couple of hours' notice. I thought it would be on my terms.

"You okay?" Colt asks.

I look over and see that he's holding Kolby, who's still half asleep, on his shoulder.

"I'm good."

"You know I can tell you're lying, right? If you want, I can call the club and tell them to meet me somewhere else. I should have asked you first before telling them to come to your place."

"It's fine, Spence. Promise," I tell him as I hang the kitchen towel on the arm of the stove.

He opens his mouth to say something, but stops when someone knocks on the door.

"I'll get it," he says as he hustles to the door.

I look down and run my hands over my top, making sure that nothing is on it.

"Hey, thanks for coming."

"No need to thank us," a man says.

I round the corner, and what I see makes my breath catch. Colt has a beautiful smile across his face, and he looks lighter as he sees his brothers. He's so happy to see them despite the circumstances.

Guilt runs through me as it hits me. With him being here, he hasn't had his support system. All so I could be by mine.

"Guys, this is my woman, Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn, this is my president, Reaper, his old lady, Natalie, Wrath, who's our sergeant at arms, and Midnight, who's one of our board members."

"Hi." I wave.

As soon as I wave, embarrassment hits me. Did I really just wave?

Reaper chuckles as he steps forward, holding out his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Kaitlyn. Colt's told us plenty about you, and congratulations on that little guy over there."

I place my hand in his and shake. "It's nice to meet you too. Thank you for coming down here to help solve this."

"Trust me, this is as personal to us as it is to everyone down here," he tells me.

Wrath and Midnight step forward and shake my hand. Then Natalie steps forward. I hold out my hand for her to shake, only she bypasses it and gives me a hug, catching me off guard.

"It's so nice to meet you!" she murmurs against my cheek.

"Same," I say, slightly caught off guard by her friendliness.

Women in my father's club would never be caught hugging another member's old lady. Hell, they barely tolerate each other.

"Didn't bring Tara with you?" Colt says, looking at Wrath.

Before everyone showed up, Colt gave me a brief rundown of who's who. If I remember right, Tara is Wrath's old lady, who is a former sweetbutt.

Wrath shakes his head. "She stayed home to run her bookshop and this guy's shop," he says, pointing his thumb over at Midnight.

"Shop?" I ask.

Midnight nods. "I own a tattoo shop, and Tara used to work for me before Wrath bought her the bookstore next to my place."

It makes sense that he owns a tattoo shop since his arms are covered in beautiful pieces of art. "Nice."

"Tonight's also girls' night, so she's running it for me."

"Stupid question, but what's girls' night?"

Natalie's eyes light up. "A couple times a month, the old ladies and sweetbutts get together and we do a girls' night. We drink, eat way too much food, and maybe try out a new face mask or paint our nails."

"Seriously? You've managed to make sweetbutts and wives get along?" I ask, genuinely impressed.

"We still have our rough moments, but yeah, we've come a long way since I've joined." She shrugs as if it's not a big deal.

Where I'm from, the sweetbutts are public enemy number one in the eyes of the old ladies, and fights between them are a common occurrence. Yet in Vegas, the old ladies have befriended the sweetbutts? I can't even imagine what that looks like.

I shake my head as I try to wrap my mind around the idea. "Can I get anyone anything? Drinks? Something to eat?"

"I'd take a glass of water if you have it," Reaper says.

"Of course. Make yourselves comfortable," I say as I head to the kitchen.

"You seriously have the cutest baby, Colt. Look at those chubby cheeks," Natalie coos.

"Don't get any ideas, Queen Bee, I'm not ready to share you with anyone yet," Reaper murmurs, making me smile.

I grab a tray from a cabinet and place glasses on it before grabbing the water pitcher from the fridge. With the tray ready, I head back to the living room and set it down on the coffee table.

"Thank you," Reaper says.

"Of course."

Colt holds out a hand, and I place mine in his. He pulls me into his lap.

"How was your flight?" Colt asks them.

"Fucking horrible. I hate flying," Midnight grumbles.

I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. Such a typical biker response. They hate feeling cooped up.

I listen as the guys catch up and watch the way Reaper dotes on his woman. Reaper can't seem to keep his hands to himself when she's near, much like Colt with me. The longer they are here, the more I like them. Something about them puts me at ease, and I just know that they are good guys.

Ones who live life on the edge but are good guys nonetheless.

It becomes blatantly obvious how close Colt is with these men and how he doesn't have that here. He doesn't have people here who would drop everything at a moment's notice to come to his aid.

Fang knocks on the door before coming inside. When he sees our guests, he smiles. "It's so fuckin' good to see you guys," he says as he gives the men bro hugs and gives Natalie a real one.

"You're looking a little red there, Fang, did you forget to put on some sunscreen?" Natalie quips, making everyone laugh.

"You know I hate that stuff," Fang mumbles, trying not to smile. "You kick anyone's ass in darts lately?"

Natalie smiles. "As often as possible."

"I never should have taught you," Wrath says good-heartedly.

"Oh, come on, you love teaming up with me and running the boards," Natalie teases the man.

It's so weird to see, but it's like they have genuine affection for each other, and it doesn't seem to bother Reaper that his woman is close to his brothers.

Again, something I never saw in my father's club. In my dad's club, the men don't bother getting to know the women who are with their brothers, let alone know them on a personal level.

It's so…odd.

Is this what our life would be like if we went to Vegas? Would I have inside jokes with these guys and do girls' night with the other women?

What would that even be like?

"You okay?" Colt asks quietly.

"I'm good."

I just have some things to think about, I think to myself.