He opened the filing cabinet where Vincent kept the files of all of their employees. The strip club was aboveboard and fucking legal. No one could slam them with anything. Finding her file, he looked at the man who had her this whole time.
“On the road I knocked up a woman by the name of Kayla Howard. You know her?” Devil asked.
“No, I’ve never heard of her.”
“Her half-sister is known as Lexie Howard. They have different fucking dads but the same mom.” He pulled out the information that Tiny had gotten for him off Whizz. The girl in the picture didn’t look anything like the woman he had seen tonight.
“Everything matches up. The baby, the time frame, everything,” Devil said.
“Are you telling me, Lexie, my stripper, is who you’ve come looking for?” On the road Devil hadn’t phoned with any update or anything for Vincent. He’d simply told the other man he was on his way to see him. “She’s a good girl, Devil.”
“Her sister is the one I’ve got a fucking problem with. Where does Lexie live?” he asked, looking through her work.
Vincent took the paperwork from him. “Promise me you’re not going to hurt this girl. She’s working hard for that boy. He’s yours, isn’t he?”
“The boy, yeah, he’s mine. I’m going to do a fucking paternity test to find out first. Knowing Kayla he could be fathered by anyone.”
Devil saw her date of birth put her at twenty-one years old. Kayla was over five years older than she was.
“Tell me I’m not about to put this girl in danger?” Vincent asked.
“I’ve not got a problem with the girl. She’s not a blonde then.” He thought about her hair, which reminded him so much of Angel. Part of him was pleased she didn’t have blonde hair.
“It’s a wig.”
Vincent gave him the address. “Do you think you should be going out now?”
“No time like the present. I want to see her now.” He headed out of the office. Someone turned the music off as he grabbed his boys’ attention. “Anyone who can ride get your asses on your bike. I’ve got to go and get my kid. Is this place okay for us to crash tonight?” Devil asked. Tomorrow he’d be looking to find a place big enough, like Tiny had. The more he thought about it the more he liked the idea of having all of his men in one place.
“Sure. This is your place, Devil. Deeds are all in your name.”
“Good. You can head on home. Send my love to Phoebe.”
“Will do. What do you want me to do about the women here?”
“Shit, some of my men can stay while I get this shit sorted out.” Devil walked out of the building toward his bike. Straddling his machine, he turned the ignition, loving the feel of the bike coming to life. It was time for him to get to his kid and get him home safe.
Not got a home.
He’d handle all the other finer details later.
The ride didn’t take long at all. He was shocked by the activity outside the apartment building. Women stood waiting for some kind of action. In a few hours the sun would be up and the women would disappear. Is this the kind of life Lexie was looking for? He didn’t even know the woman, and yet he was pissed at the fact she was living like this.
A pimp was yelling as he thumped one of the girls. Devil hated getting in other people’s business, but the girl was already black and blue.
“What are you doing, boss?” Curse asked.
Curse had gotten his name during one of their rides. Whatever could go wrong on the guy’s bike had, and they’d nicknamed him Curse. His real name was Bradley James, and he was a damn good man. Devil made sure the men who stuck right by him were not users or abusers. There were some rules he abided by even if he didn’t show it to anyone else. He liked the fact The Skulls thought he was ruthless, which he was, but he wasn’t into beating up bitches either.
He was all about fair fighting, and a pimp against a scared young girl was not fair. She didn’t look all that old either.
“I hate pimps almost as much as I hate liars.” Devil clicked his knuckles approaching the man who was kicking the girl on the ground.
“No, please, stop, he didn’t pay me. I promise you he didn’t pay me.” The girl was whimpering, sobbing, and trying to protect herself from the brutish attack.
“You’re a fucking slut. Pay me my money.” The pimp wouldn’t stop.
Clearing his throat, Devil waited for Pimp to stop.
“What the fuck do you want?” Pimp asked.
“What’s your name?”
“Rob, what’s it the fuck to you?” Rob, the pimp, walked away from the girl to get into Devil’s face. “Do you want me to fuck you over, huh?”