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With a worried look on her face, Alba asks. "How's Sofia, Luna, and Emma doing? Gabriel told me a little of what happened. They must be pretty shook up."
"Luna is a bit shaken. Sofia is with her now. Emma was rattled, but is keeping busy by chippin' in around here. It's probably helping her keep her mind off what happened."
Alba sighs. "I know you can't tell me the details of what's going on, but promise me you'll be careful. You're one of my best friends, Sam."
"I'll be careful, little momma. No worries." Standing, I give her a wink and wave to Gabe. "See ya dude."
After I'm done setting up the cots in the playroom, Jake sends Quinn and me to the warehouse. This is my first time coming to the warehouse, so I'm not exactly sure what the club keeps stored here. Hopping out of the van, I follow Quinn. I wait as he fishes a key from his pocket and unlocks the padlock. Once the door is open, he flips a few switches illuminating the room—the large warehouse is filled with dozens of crates. Quinn strides over to the left side of the room to where a roll-up door is located. The same door the van is backed up to outside. "Hit that red switch behind ya man." I punch the switch, and the roll-up door opens. "Let's get this shit loaded and back to the clubhouse," Quinn gestures toward the crates. Using a crowbar, he pops the lid to the first wooden box exposing a hefty array of artillery. Without question, I begin to transfer the weapons from the container to the back of the van.
I'm lost in thought while trying to finish the task at hand when Quinn interrupts. "You know I never had any doubt about you, man. When Prez came to the brothers with the idea of you becoming a prospect, I was fuckin' stoked about the idea. All bullshit aside, I want you to know, you're makin' the club proud. The way you manned up and claimed your woman and the way you've been puttin' your ass on the line for her and us." Quinn leans back against the stack of crates behind him, kicks his foot up and lights a cigarette. "You're going to make one hell of a brother."
"I appreciate that, man."
He tosses his cigarette to the floor and stubs it with his boot. "Tea time is over. Let's finish up before we both start growin' pussies," he smirks.
I shake my head and chuckle. Quinn sure as hell is one of a kind.
When we arrive back at the clubhouse things appear to have settled down. The guys are huddled around the bar drinking while looking to be deep in conversation. Quinn and I saddle up at the bar with them. Just as I'm about to take a swig of the beer Ember passed me, the door to the clubhouse opens. With every man in the room on high alert, we're on our feet in seconds. "I heard some trash has rolled into town, so I came to offer my assistance," Demetri announces as he strides across the room followed by his right-hand Victor and his son Nikolai.
"Hey, dad," Logan steps to Demetri. They pull each other in for a side hug and a clap each other on the back. Logan does the same with his brother. "Thanks for comin' down."
"Alright, Prez," Logan quips. "We got everyone here. You going to let us in on the plan?"
"I'm still waitin' on a few more brothers," Jake takes a pull of his beer. The men share puzzled looks as to who Jake is referring to the same time he pulls out his phone, taps the screen then gives us a full-on grin. "Our guests have arrived." The unmistakable sound of engines rumbling draws everyone's attention and we all file out of the clubhouse to greet our visitors. Pulling up on their bikes is Riggs, Kiwi, and Fender from the Louisiana chapter. Riggs, The Kings Louisiana President, cuts his bike engine and climbs off. "Hope we're not late for the party."
"Just on fuckin' time, brother," Jake offers his hand. Once Riggs's men dismount their bikes, there is a round of handshakes before Jake leads them inside to the bar for a drink. The second we step inside the clubhouse, Lisa, Bella, Alba and Mila file out of the kitchen to see what the commotion is and trailing behind them are a few of their kids. Cutting my eyes toward the far corner of the room, I see Sofia standing at the edge of the hallway silently surveying the reunion. Seeming a tad uncomfortable with the number of men in here, I stride in her direction. "Firefly," I murmur in her ear as I pull her into my arms. "You okay, baby?"
"I'm okay. I was coming to see what all the noise was. I didn't know Riggs and his men were coming into town," Sofia sighs her voice sounding tired. "I should get back to Luna. She's not holding up too well."
"She still out of sorts with what went down today? I hope she knows she is safe here at the clubhouse."
"It's not that. Luna knows this is the safest place for us." Sofia shakes her head and lays her head on my chest. "She's blaming herself for putting the club and me in danger. I tried explaining to her nobody here is angry at her or blames her for what's happened."
I pull back and take my woman's face in my hands. "You're amazing, you know that?" I kiss her lips. "Luna is lucky to have you in her corner."
"Prospect!" Jake bellows. "Come here. Both of ya," he motions for me and Sofia to join him and his brothers.
"Do you know what's going on?" Sofia asks as I take her hand in mine and lead her across the room to where Jake, Riggs and the rest of the men are standing.
"Not a clue, babe."
Keeping Sofia close to my side, I step up to Jake and Riggs. Jake makes the introductions. "Riggs, this is Sam, and you remember Sofia."
I stick out my hand. "Nice to meet you, sir."
"You can call me Riggs," we shake hands, and I nod.
Riggs then turns his attention to my girl. "How ya doin', darlin'?"
"Doing okay. It's nice to see you again."
"Sofia," Jake breaks in. "You remember me telling you I had a plan in the works for Luna?" She nods.
"I believe the best way to keep her safe is to get her out of Polson. Riggs has agreed to help."
"What do you mean?"
"I want you to help me convince Luna to go back to Louisiana with Riggs. She will be under his protection. He'll get her settled and keep her safe. This is her best bet at starting over."
