Page 47 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

I let out a sigh, the last thing I want is to take things out on my best friends. My brothers. They’re hurting as much as I am.

“Yeah. I know man,” I say, clapping him on the shoulder.

Buzz and Gunner cometo join us then and we sit in our usual spot downing beers, more or less in silence save for the odd comment about work, bikes, or football. Our PI is still looking into things for us, he was able to confirm that the company that supposedly bought the Angels of Havoc’s share of the land is associated with Bill Anderson. If Bill is able to convince a judge that the document is legitimate then all of the land becomes his, well his and his stepdaughter’s.

Seems as though Skye was in on this the whole time, perhaps they planned it together. Maybe they thought she could convince Brewer to sign it all over to her, figured a soft-hearted old man losing his marbles with not long to live would give it to the granddaughter figure he never had. The child of the man he loved like a son. I feel sick at how easily Skye manipulated us.

Never again will I let another woman get close enough to hurt me, to hurt us. It’s bad enough that I feel this way, but if I could, I’d take the pain of my brothers too. To seduce and manipulate me, or any one of us is one thing, but all four? That’s diabolical. Gunner’s been silent about the whole thing, no surprise there, but I’m sure it’s hit him the hardest. Buzz and Drifter are hurting, Drifter hides it with jokes as usual and Buzz has lost himself in investigating Bill Anderson and his whole family, convinced that Skye couldn’t have really been out to get us. For now, I’ll let him be in denial. I wish I could have his conviction that Skye is the girl we thought she was.

Our maudlin drinking session is interrupted by some unexpected visitors to the club. Three young women in their early twenties come busting through the door like there’s a fire. They look like they’ve come straight from a nightclub, which isn’t unusual for here, but they most certainly aren’t club bunnies. These girls look as out of place here as tofu in a barbecue joint.

The leader of the group, a leggy blonde who looks like an all-varsity cheerleader, marches over to the bar followed by her two companions—a cute-looking Asian chick in over-the-knee socks and a miniskirt that leaves little to the imagination, and a tall, rather shy girl with bangs.

“What in the Charlie’s Angels shit is this?” I mutter, watching them closely.

“Maybe they could be Angel’s Angels,” Drifter quips with a wink.

Tammy points us out and the blonde marches over followed by her nervous-looking friends.

“Oh shit, they really are looking for you!” Buzz guffaws.

“Angel?” the blonde demands, hands on her hips. “And I assume you must be Buzz, Drifter, and Gunner,” she adds looking at the others.

“Who’s asking, sweetheart?” I ask flashing her my signature smile that makes chicks melt, though my heart isn’t in it.

Unimpressed, the girl rolls her eyes. “Ew. No, gross. Skye might like that shit but…” she starts.

The Asian girl interrupts her, “Meghan! Can you get to the point? Skye’s in danger!”

This catches our attention. “You know Skye?” Buzz asks.

Though I don’t want to be, I’m immediately worried about Skye. “We’re not falling for any more of Skye’s tricks,” I grunt, swigging my beer and looking away from them.

“I told you they wouldn’t help us,” Meghan says to her friends.

“Please, just hear us out and then we’ll go, okay? We don’t want any trouble,” the Asian girl says.

“Then you came to the wrong place,” I reply coldly.

“Angel, I think we should hear what they have to say,” Buzz cuts in.

I stay silent and swig my beer which the girls take as approval. The Asian girl takes a breath and starts speaking, her voice panicked and frantic.

“We were at a club tonight. Skye felt sick and wanted to go home, I went for the others and when I came to the back entrance we were going to leave from I saw two big guys pushing her into the back of a van!”

“So… why come to us? Sounds like the cops’ problem,” I reply trying to sound unbothered though inside my mind is already racing thinking of what could be happening to Skye now.

“Because, dickwad, Lucy says the guys looked like you… bikers,” Meghan says accusingly glowering at us. I have to admit, this chick’s got balls.

Me and the guys share a look, could the Demon Riders have taken Skye?

“Well? Was it you?” Meghan demands.

“No. We didn’t take Skye,” Buzz answers.

“Then who did?” Lucy anxiously.

“There’s a rival club, the Demon Riders MC, they might have taken her. If they think she’s important to us…” Buzz says the worry evident on his face.

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