Now, she had to make the phone call. This was another part of her job that she wasn’t crazy about. She really thought a lot of Myles, and she was worried about him. One minute he seemed perfectly happy, and the next, his temper would flare. On more than one occasion, he had argued with students in the class. He was often quiet, and he didn’t contribute to their classroom discussions. There were those days that he seemed to be a regular, happy fifth grader, but other times, he seemed to be lost in his own world. Maybe there was something going on with him. Hopefully his dad would be willing to help figure it out.
Chapter 2
Bishop
Tension filled the garage as Bishop listened to Goliath discuss the meet with Duce, the President of the Diablo MC. They had been working with their club for the past ten years distributing handguns to Memphis gangs. It had been a profitable arrangement, but it was getting more dangerous by the day. The Memphis Gang Unit was working in full force throughout the city, and it was only a matter of time before they caught on to the Devil Chasers’ part in the distribution of the weapons in their area. Bishop knew they had to follow through with their delivery at the end of the week, but he was ready to move on from this shit. It just wasn’t worth it anymore. There was too much at risk.
Bishop spent a great deal of time creating a state of the art motorcycle shop, and it was one of the best in the south. They did everything from basic oil changes to complete bike restorations for people all across the country. He wanted to expand the shop to include the renovation of high-end classic cars and trucks. Bishop knew the expansion would help bring in legitimate money, and he thought this would create a safe environment for his MC family. It would take some convincing to get all of his club members to see things his way. His guys knew gun distribution was risky, but it brought in the cash.
"We’ve got to do something about Duce. He had no business showing up here unannounced making demands. Who the hell does he think he is? The dumbass was even stupid enough to make threats against you! It’s only a matter of time before they really fuck up and someone gets hurt!” Goliath’s shout echoed through the garage.
"How are you planning to deal with them?” Pops demanded. “You know they’re gonna be pissed and maybe even try to take us out when you stop the shipments. We've been at this a long time. They aren't gonna be happy about us cutting them off."
"You let me worry about that. I’ll take care of it,” Bishop stated with his fists clenched. “We’ll make the run as scheduled on Thursday night. Take Ace, Sheppard, and a couple of the prospects with you. Keep me posted. That run on Interstate 40 is on the feds’ radar for deliveries in and out of the city. The Diablos don't care about the guys they lose in these exchanges. We have to watch out for our own."
"You got it. I'll set it up," agreed Goliath.
"And get with Renegade. Tell him to meet me at the club tonight at 7:00. It's about time to start discussing some changes in the club. I want him in on this," Bishop shouted as he was leaving the garage. He wanted the right man to help him with the transition. He would need someone that was trustworthy and strong enough to deal with any conflicts they faced when the expansion began. He knew Renegade would be just the man for the job.
Just as he was getting on his bike, his cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number and wondered who the hell it could be. It gave him an uneasy feeling.
"Yeah?" Bishop snapped.
"Mr. Bishop, this is Tessa Campbell. I'm Myles's teacher. I need you to come to school to meet with me about a situation that happened at school today," Tessa began softly.
"What the hell happened?" Bishop demanded.
"Well… I would really like to discuss that when you get to the school. I’m sure we can work it all out once we sit down and talk," Tessa replied tactfully.
"I’ll be there in ten," Bishop growled, clicked his phone off, and shoved it into his back pocket. His bike roared to life as he took off for the school.
Bishop was worried about his son. Myles had been distant over the past few months. Lately, he seemed to be getting even more withdrawn. He'd thought it was because of Cassie's death, but now it seemed like there was more to it. Myles just didn't seem like the same kid. He had always been so open and happy. He was lost in his own world, and it was really starting to get old. He wanted his son back, and after today, it looked like things might be getting even worse.
As Bishop pulled up to the school, he realized most of the cars and kids had already gone for the day. His patience was wearing thin, and he struggled to keep his irritation in check. The last thing he needed was another problem to deal with. He had too much on his mind, and he didn’t need to add Myles to his concerns. He walked toward the school doors as he rubbed the tense muscles in his neck. Glancing up, he saw Myles standing just outside the front doors, watching cautiously as he approached. Bishop's eyes moved to the woman standing protectively next to his son. He immediately liked what he saw. His gaze slid up her long, tan legs to the gray pencil skirt hugging her full hips, and he inhaled a sharp breath. His eyes continued traveling upward to the black button-down shirt she wore. He noticed the shirt clung to her hourglass figure and stretched tightly over her ample breasts. Her long brown hair was pulled into a low ponytail which rested on her shoulder. As he finally met her dark chestnut eyes, he was surprised at how they penetrated him. Damn I'd love to see those eyes looking up at me while she’s sucking my cock. I’d grab that ponytail just as I....