Page 38 of Working Out West

Lucas grazed his bottom lip with his top teeth in worry but said nothing.

When Leonid made a move to get out, I held my hand up to them. They would stay until I called for them. I doubted I would have to if, as I presumed, they were bigoted old people.

The curtain to the left of the door twitched. They were watching. Good. I hoped they got scared with three men walking up to their house. Though, Lucas was not intimidating at all.

“They know we are here,” I stated, nodding to the curtain, which just moved again.

Kylo grunted. “At least we know they’re home then.”

On the porch, it was Lucas who stepped forward and knocked. It did not take long before the door opened a little.

“Yes?” the woman asked.

“Hello, I was speaking to you on the phone about West.”

“Like I said, West doesn’t live here. He’s away at college.”

She went to close the door. I stepped in and pushed it back against her. She held strong.

“What are you doing?” she snapped.

“We just want to ask some questions. You have no concern for your son?”

“Adrik,” Lucas whispered.

“Nyet, this woman should be concerned when no one has seen him in twenty-four fucking hours. But look at you. You glare up at me without a care.”

“Idon’tcare, because West doesn’t want anything to do with us.”

“And why is that?” I demanded.

“What’s going on here?” The door opened. I dropped my hold, stepping back. In the doorway stood a fat old man. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Leave this property right now. We don’t take kindly to people like you.”

“Like who?”

“I think he means foreigners,” Lucas said.

“Then you won’t like my kind either. Name’s Gun. I’m a part of the Diamond MC. Remember it. Because if we don’t get some damn answers from you, I’ll come back with my brothers. You want that?”

“You can’t threaten us,” the old man yelled, stepping out onto the porch. “Grace, call the police.”

“Da, call them, and then we can get them to askyouthe questions.”

“Harold?”

“Wait,” he clipped.

There was something with these two that I did not trust—besides them being scum. Any other person still would have gone for the phone and called for help, so why did they not?

“What do you exactly want to know? We’ve already told you he doesn’t live here. He hasn’t for a long time, and if he is missing, as you said, he won’t come here.” His eye twitched. “What else is there to know?”

“I would like some water,” I said. I wanted to get in that house. These people were untrustworthy.

“Go get it elsewhere,” the woman said.

“One drink and we will go,” I tried.

“No,” the fat man replied gruffly.

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