Page 17 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

Drifter lets out a small chuckle, “Yeah, that’ll be Buzz.”

“Huh, I didn’t realize he was a fan, I never would have guessed…” I admit.

Drifter smiles at me lazily, his eyes twinkling, “There’s a lot you don’t know about us.”

Suddenly I’m painfully aware of his proximity and the fact I’m half-dressed, I blush. Feeling shy I stammer out, “Right well… thanks for the cereal… I’ve gotta go buy some things before work tonight since I can’t go home so I’m gonna take a shower and get ready…” I babble.

“Need a hand?” he asks cheekily.

The sexual tension between us is palpable and I feel as though there’s a magnetic charge between us, pulling me to him. I contemplate doing just that, inviting him in and letting him take me in the shower. The thought alone has me feeling damp between my thighs, my cheeks flushed, and my breathing labored.

It’s at that moment a door slams and Angel comes stalking out of his room. He glances in our direction and doesn’t seem surprised to see Drifter at my door.

“Drifter, we’ve got someplace to be,” Angel barks.

Drifter nods and looks at me, “Next time,” he says with a wink, his words a tantalizing promise, before walking away.

Angel doesn’t acknowledge me, he simply starts to head out and I quickly shut my bedroom door and scurry inside. It seems for now my fantasy is going to remain that way.

***

After spending the day shopping on Bill’s dime, being liberal with the emergency credit card Bill hasn’t yet blocked, I head back to the club to get ready for my shift. As far as I can tell none of the guys are home, nor are they at the bar when I begin my shift. It’s a slow night with hardly any of the usual club members, Tammy seems off too, jumpy and on edge.

“Is everything all right, Tammy?” I ask after she breaks yet another glass.

She hesitates for a moment as if contemplating whether or not she can trust me with the truth, before admitting, “Not really. Viper and some of his buddies got jumped by a rival MC last night.”

“Oh my, is he okay?” I gasp, reaching out to take Tammy’s hand.

She nods, “Yeah, all good apart from a couple of stitches. Problem is the police got involved. Normally they turn a blind eye to these kinda things but they’re coming down hard on Viper. They have a warrant to search his bike shop. According to them, they’ve got a reliable source that claims the Angels of Havoc are running a chop shop selling stolen vehicles. It’s all bullshit, a man’s hog is sacred, they’d never do that. But if they start sniffing around, they could find out some other, less above-board things that could harm the club,” she explains.

“Oh Tammy, I’m so sorry. But if he’s not doing what he’s accused of then surely, they won’t find anything and it will all blow over,” I try to reason.

Tammy looks at me as though I’m insane. “Whoever’s put them up to this isn’t going to drop it. They’ll find something. They always do. Viper’s on parole for another fight, they could lock him up for a long time because of the fight alone if they decide that it was us who started it and not the other way around.”

“You think someone put the cops up to it?” I say, wondering why the cops would listen when surely the only other people who’d likely want to take on the Angels of Havoc are rival clubs.

Again, Tammy hesitates before confiding in me. My journalist’s curiosity piques, and I have to stop myself from pressing her, I know she’s more likely to open up if I don’t seem too interested.

“The guys are being tight-lipped about the details, but some government official is on the wrong side of the club. Angel and the others gave him a warning, a pretty public one at that, hoping that their reputation would be enough to scare the shit out of him. But of course, men like that don’t take it well when their pride and egos are hurt. It wouldn’t surprise me if that asshole is trying to get his own back,” Tammy explains with a shrug.

She’s surprisingly wise in her summation of what Bill’s like because surely it can’t be a coincidence, and it has to be Bill that is causing trouble for the Angels of Havoc. He has the influence within the police department to pull it off. And he definitely is the type to hold a grudge. If only I knew what the club has against him, I might be able to help.

I mull that thought over for the rest of the night. By eleven thirty only a few stragglers are left.

“Why don’t you head on home, Tammy?” I offer, “I can finish up here and close early.”

“You sure?” she asks gratefully.

I nod and she heads out, throwing her keys to me and shouting her thanks. It doesn’t take me long to hustle the remaining drunks out and tidy up. After ensuring everything is locked, I head toward the back, ready for a shower and bed.

However, as I’m walking past the office, a thought occurs to me. I’m all alone here, with a key to the office in my hands. This could be the only opportunity I get to take a look inside and see if I can find any information about Bill. I know it’s a huge violation of trust against these people who have only been kind to me, but if I can find out more, I might be able to help.

Without further thought or deliberation, I open the door and head inside. The office is exactly as I remember, and a shiver of excitement runs through me as I recall the sex Angel and I had. Pushing the thought aside, I get into my journalistic mindset.

The drawers of the desk don’t contain anything of interest other than some keys. They don’t fit the filing cabinet and there are no other obvious doors or cabinets that would require a key. I turn my attention to the large bookcase that dominates one wall. Is it possible that there’s a hidden room or safe back there? Feeling a little foolish for trying, I search the bookcase, pulling out random books as though they might magically open a secret door if I choose the right one. Logic prevails and I realize that while hidden rooms are real, they’re unlikely to open in such complex ways as they do in the movies. I first try pulling on the shelves, but they don’t budge so I try pushing.

Much to my astonishment, it actually works. The bookcase pops open in two and I pull each side open. On one side there is a large safe, the other, a locked door. With anticipation building in my gut, I insert the key into the door.

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