Page 35 of Her Biker Daddy

“I thought I said to kill her already,” Thatcher says when he sees me move. “That was the damn plan you idiot. I can make it look like an accident where she tripped and fell and no one found her until it was too late, but not when it’s been two days!”

I guess that somewhat answers one of my questions but there are plenty more still looming.

“She has a will to leave it to that tattooed freak,” Adam fumes and the two of them argue back and forth, ignoring me which is fine. The more I can put a wedge between them the more time that gives Tate to find me.

“Enough,” Thatcher shouts as he pulls out his phone, a smirk settling onto his lips. “We’re hunting tonight. We’ll figure out what to do with her after that. Give her some water so she doesn’t die before we can get a new will arranged.”

“Are you out of your mind? Hunting now?” Adam questions and I fight to keep my face blank, hope’s hands settle onto my cool arms. “This is more important.”

“I’ve been reeling this one in for the last month. I’m not letting it slip away just because you were too stupid to kill her when we had the chance five years ago to make it look like suicide,” Thatcher shoots back and while I’m absolutely disgusted that they could even think of trying something like that after what Melissa did, hope’s arms wrap tightly around me, keeping me calm.

Cash, sweet, amazing Cash must have told daddy about our side op, and they have a plan. He wouldn’t be meeting up with Thatcher if they didn’t, and there’s no way there was another man who’d been dangling himself out there as bait for this long.

“Daddy’s coming for us, just hang on,” I whisper to our baby, knowing it can’t really hear me yet, but it helps keep me calm as I’m shut away alone once more.

It’s only for a shot time this go-around, but the person that steps off the stairs makes bile rise in my throat. Paul saunters towards me, a bottle of water in his hands and a smirk on his lips as his eyes slide over me. It’s still absolutely disgusting even if he isn’t really my half-brother. I’d never let him touch me and I move away from my spot as he draws nearer.

“You really think you can screw me over and take the company? You’re as stupid as you are fat, but I hear even fat asses are tight and I’m going to fuck yours one way or another,” he crows tossing the water onto the chair before coming at me fast. Too fast for me to be able to dart the other way without him grabbing the chain, and my hand slips into my pocket, taking out the knife as his attention is on my face.

I breathe harder but let him get close, and with daddy’s words running through my head as he reaches for the buttons of my blouse, I turn the blade flat, adjusting for his height versus the dummies daddy’s had me practice on, and with a small cry, I thrust it forward hard. I almost think I completely missed, until his body jerks and I pull out the knife, pushing him away from me as he begins to go down.

There’s no screaming or yelling, just the blankest expression as he gasps for breath, and I catch a cry in my throat when his arm goes completely limp, falling off his side onto the floor. I’m shaking as I wipe the blade off on his jacket, before putting it up and moving back towards the chair. From where we were, someone looking down the steps wouldn’t be able to see him lying there—dead—which gives me time to surprise whoever comes down here next.

The bottle of water looks delicious, but I don’t trust anything these people do, and I turn it over, inspecting the lid, checking for the tiniest puncture hole, before risking a drink. The coolness of it calms me, and I sit back, waiting, hoping daddy comes down those steps soon to take me away from this nightmare.

The squeak of the door has me on edge, and I move to a spot where I can protect myself once more as lighter steps come down the steps. “Paul! What the hell is taking so long?”

Melissa comes into view, her eyes fuming with anger as she looks over me. “Where’s my brother?” she demands, and I slip my hand onto the knife again, not about to take a chance with her. She’s crazier than all of them. I saw it when I was fourteen with the photo incident, but now, it’s even clearer.

“Over there,” I state, pointing towards his dead body.

“What did you do to him?” she shouts, hurrying to his side, a scream leaving her lips and she comes charging back towards me, faster than I expected, knocking me down onto the floor when she grabs the chain and pulls it. I hit back and butt first, feeling the wind get knocked out of me, and I try to roll to the side to protect myself but she’s on top of me before I make it.

Daddy’s words keep coming back to me as her arms flail my way, shifting her trunk around too fast for me to aim with any accuracy. She lifts her arm up to smack me, and I thrust the knife up, into her armpit and she falls off me, blood seeping through her fingers quickly as she grabs the wound. She hasn’t stopped screaming since I went down and I aim the knife once more, digging it into her lung I suspect as she starts to cough and sputter up blood, making a mess as she tries to push herself backwards away from me.

More footsteps are coming down the stairs, and I move quickly up off the floor. Diane looks at the mess of her daughter before her eyes land on me and she flies my way, faltering when she finally sees Paul on the other side of the room, but she’s too close to me for me to hesitate. If I do, it will be me and my baby dead on the floor, and I won’t let that happen.

My hand shoots forward, jamming the knife into her once, then twice. The first hopefully into her lung, but if not, I’m certain the second one was to the liver. Just like daddy taught me.

She drops where she is and I move backwards away from the carnage, my free hand protective over my belly as I catch my breath. It’s only for a moment though, because harder footsteps race down towards me, and I can’t stop the laugh that falls when Adam stops short, staring from Diane to Melissa then onto Paul and I hold up the knife with a smirk while the blood drains from his face.

“Maybe I’m not yours after all, I mean, I can at actually stomach to do it, especially to save what I love most. My daddy taught me how,” I state, and he lunges for me, his arms out reaching for my neck.

The blade slices through his white silk shirt like butter, staining it red before it even touches his skin. His scream cuts off, turning into a groan and I push him away, moving slowly back to the chair and settle onto it. I keep my knife in my hand, while I sip at the water, a little smile on my lips, waiting for daddy to come and take me home.

Chapter 13

Tate

My fury builds deeper as I storm back into the office suite, my eyes flowing over everyone here, which includes several more of the Relentless Keepers. Law meets my gaze, the black eye he’s sporting courtesy of me, dealt before he could even question why I was going after him.

He came back into the clubhouse hours after Everly left for the hearing, alone, claiming he never texted Everly anything. I let my fist fly for calling my girl a liar and it took Spawn and Victors to keep me from going at him again when he pushed back, asking what the hell had gotten into me. It was only when Cash said he’d seen the message from him, that we began to piece things together—realized that it’d been a trap, and when we got to the courthouse, finding my car there with no Everly in sight, the man just clasped my shoulder, and made a call.

Our club isn’t high-tech. We figure the less of a computer trail there is, the less the feds can follow. We use minimal computer programs for our legit businesses and everything else for the club is done on paper, which is why Cash’s position is so important. The Keepers have a bigger pool to choose from when it comes to members, since the city’s about thirty times the size of our town.

Their cyber tech, a former military tracker, a couple of their marksmen, and a couple of their biggest beaters all were headed through the gate just before ten that night, with the assurance from their president that if we needed more bodies, he’d send them. It was three in the morning before their tech got into the city’s files. Apparently they had better protection than most companies he attempted to hack to test their vulnerabilities, which just proved how corrupt they all were. If Fortune 500 companies were easier to crack, with all of their potential intellectual property, than a small city commission…they were definitely hiding something.

The Keeper’s tracker Stealth had covered all of the possible paths Everly could have taken from the car to the courthouse doors, which wasn’t a lot, but he marked them and which had cameras. Not that it mattered because when Crypto was finally into the server, all of the camera files for the entire day were wiped. Even worse, there was a bomb threat that was called into the courthouse earlier in the day that the police of course kept under wraps, but it’d apparently been searched and deemed a hoax, but all afternoon proceedings were rescheduled. Which meant no one around to see it happen.

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