“Yeah, I saw her a few days ago.” The man nodded. “She had a baby with her.”
“Where was she headed?”
The man shook his head. “I can’t bring up records for another customer, sir.”
Spike had no patience. He grabbed his gun, cocked it, and placed the barrel right between the fucker’s eyes in a matter of seconds. “Last chance before I make your brains the new wallpaper.” The man started shaking, but nodded. It was late enough at the bus station that there weren’t many people around, but the few that were here made sure to look elsewhere.
The man started working on the computer, his hands shaking, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. Spike never removed the gun from between his eyes.
“She went to River Run.”
Spike pulled the gun back and grinned something grisly, a nonverbal threat to whoever was holding her up.
She went to see her fucking brother.
Spike bared his teeth, trying not to crush the photo in his grasp. It was the one and only picture he had of her, one that was taken when he’d first claimed her as his. Bitches didn’t leave him. Once he had them, claimed them, they were his. If they wanted out, it wasn’t going through the front door, but being put down like the fucking cunts they were.
Lila was his, and no fucking way she was going to walk away with his kid. If he couldn’t have her no one would.
“We’ll get her back.”
Spike looked at his brother, bared his teeth again, and turned and headed back to his bike. Yeah he’d find her, and when he did he’d show her that no one fucked with him.
****
“How are we going to do this?” Rook asked, looking at Tank. All the Brothers were sitting around the meeting table, Lucien at the head, looking focused, concentrated, and ready to do battle.
“What did the boys find out?” Malice and Pierce had stayed in Thorne for a day, scoping out Spike and his gang, seeing their movements, and if they were coming for Lila.
“They packed up shit and headed out. From where we were we couldn’t hear much, but they were carrying a shitload of guns, and half the gang rode out.”
Tank leaned back, not sure what the fuckers were up to, but having a good idea they were coming for Lila.
“They stopped at Bunny’s old man’s house before heading to the train station,” Malice said.
“I put a call into the other charters in the surrounding areas. They’re agreeable in coming to help us if we need them, but are tied up until Saturday. Let’s just hope nothing goes down before then.”
Tank might have thought he could have handled this all, but the truth was he was strongest with his club, with having them close, fighting right beside him. “We need to get this taken care of now. We won’t have time to wait for other charters, not if this Spike motherfucker is serious about hurting Lila and Bunny.” Tank curled his hands into fists.
Lucien nodded. “I know, and I agree, but we also need to be smart and safe.”
Tank breathed out and nodded. “I know, but this concerns my sister, my niece, and the woman I love.” There was a moment of silence after he spoke.
“She your old lady?” Tuck asked.
“I haven’t asked her, if that’s what you’re getting at, but she’s been mine for years.” He held the other man’s stare for a second. “I don’t need a title to know she’s mine.”
Damn, and it just went there with Bunny. She’s only just come back into your life.
Tuck nodded, accepting what Tank said. “We can hope it doesn’t come down to a full-on war.” Tuck was the one to speak, the man looking fierce. “But we’re ready if shit goes down that way.”
Bunny might not be his old lady, not claimed in that way to the club, at least, but she was still like family, and he fucking loved her. He always had. He’d known her for years, and he’d kill and die for her. Having them here, knowing they were safe within these walls, with these men watching over them, made Tank feel a hell of a lot better, no matter what they faced.
****
Bunny couldn’t sleep, not with her mind running a mile a minute. It had only been a few hours since Lila and Faye left the bedroom, and just thinking about that tiny little girl had her smiling, had this warmth filling her. Of course she hated the circumstance in which all this happened, but if anyone could keep Lila and the baby safe it was Brendan.
Tank. He’s not the same Brendan I knew all those years ago.
She still cared about him so much, and it made this so much harder, made fighting what she wanted hell.
But why are you fighting it?
They hadn’t spoken about anything concerning the past, and they needed to, because the truth was, she’d known how wrong it had been to leave all those years ago. She’d known Brendan had been what she needed in her life, but she’d been so damn afraid of it all. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, she stared into the darkness, the only light coming from underneath the door. Her belly was full, she’d taken a hot shower, and was in some oversized clothes Tank had given her—ones that smelled just like him—and she knew if she didn’t talk to him now it would eat her alive.