There’s a meeting planned for tonight to go over our strike. Until then, I need a fucking break. I need to get away from Beth. I throw some clothes on, a plan forming in my mind.
I walk out of the room and down the hall. The first thing I do is hesitate at Beth’s door. I should check on Gabby before I leave. It wouldn’t be to see Beth again; it’s just that Gabby already sees me as a stranger. If I’m going to leave for the day, I should see her. That’s all.
I turn to go in when I see Sabre walking down the hall with Gabby on his hip. God, she is a beautiful baby. I should have been there for her. I should have been the first to hold her…
“What are you doing with mi hija?”
“Annie’s supposed to be watching Gabby for Beth, but she’s had a bad time with morning sickness today. So, I took Gabby when Annie fell back asleep. Jesus, ‘morning’ sickness… that’s a bunch of shit. She stayed sick all night long. Daytime is the only time she rests at all.”
“I’ll take her back to Beth,” I tell him, already reaching for Gabby. Thankfully, she comes to me with a smile. Those are fucking rare, and I know in my gut that it wouldn’t have happened if Torch was around.
“She’s not here,” Sabre says so casually he has no idea I’m resisting the urge to slap the shit out of him.
“Where the hell is she?”
“Torch got a few prospects and took the girls into town to the day spa. Supposed to last all day. Some kind of pre-wedding gift.”
“Pre-wedding gift? Jesus, that man is whipped,” I growl, hating him a little bit more.
“And proud of it,” the bastard says, coming up behind us.
“Who’s watching the girls?” I growl, instantly worried. I don’t want Beth left on her own at all until I neutralize the Donahues—or whoever the fuck else is in the wings.
Jesus, and now I need to take care of the Chrome Saints and Viper. Yeah, he’s going down separate from his fucking club. The world will be a better place without him.
Christo, my list just keeps growing.
“I’ve got three of our prospects watching over them. They’re good. I’ll go back and pick them up this evening.”
“See that you do,” I growl, and when he goes to reach for Gabby and she starts twisting in my arms to get to him, I shut that shit down. “Gabby and I are going to see Diesel. I’m taking the wagon,” I tell him, talking about my SUV.
“You going to get Diesel and his men to help on the raid?” Sabre asks.
“Shit no. If the ones that are going can’t take down Matthew and those sorry bodyguards he keeps, we don’t deserve to wear cuts. No, I’m just getting out for the day. Going to show my daughter off.”
“We’ll follow you down,” Torch tells me. “I got some of the specs that Crusher wanted for the computer setup that Diesel’s wanting to install.”
“You have to make sure the girls are safe.”
“Latch and I will be here, and our best prospects are on them. They’ll be fine. Honestly, I’d prefer the two of you travel together. Can’t be too careful these days. There’s safety in numbers,” Sabre says, and I want to beat the hell out of him. I want to be alone. The last fucking thing I need is Torch tagging along.
“I want Beast standing over the girls,” I growl, not knowing who I can trust, but knowing Beast is my best bet. If Sabre looks put-off, he doesn’t saying anything, though he does watch me carefully. Could he be the fucking mole?
“Sounds good,” Torch says, and just like that I’m trapped with the fucker.
“You’ll drive so I can pay attention to Gabby,” I grumble. There’s no way that I’m going to let him bond with my daughter any further. No way.
As we load up, I’m left with one thought. What in the hell else is going to fuck up today?
Somehow I know something will.
“Shit! Any word from Louise?” I ask for the tenth time.
We made it here fine. Matthew’s men were such morons that the backside of the lake wasn’t even being monitored. Of course, the cabin and land around it were being guarded like freaking Fort Knox on a day when more gold was being delivered. Louise went on around towards the front perimeter and was going to try walking down the graveled road saying her car had broken down a few miles back and she was stranded. It was sketchy at best, and there was a chance she might need to blast her way out if it went south. Sacks and Candy were waiting just beyond the road so that when a couple of men went to check out the vehicle, they could take them out. They were also close enough that if Louise got in trouble and had to call for a mayday, they would be right there.