Page 73 of Greedy Grizzly
“One is probably hers.” I took my phone and snapped pictures of the license plates for later. Naturally, I’d look into the owners of the vehicles.
“Probably.” She opened her car door and got out. I followed her lead and took out the box of food she’d prepared from the trunk.
She put her hand on my forearm and stopped me. “Sorry about my sucky timing, bringing up the house and baby. I just had to get it out in the universe before I chickened out.”
“It’s okay.” I kissed her head. “I get it. Just wish we could continue the conversation.”
“Me too.” She smiled softly. “Let’s do this, Landon.”
I liked when she called me Landon. It might sound strange, but Landon was gay me, while Grizzly was biker me. I hadn’t figured out how to merge the two together.
As we made our way to the door, I peered into the car closest to me and saw a baby’s car seat. I’d seen plenty of them at the club and even helped install a few.
The door opened before Libby could knock. “Hi.” A young woman greeted us with a smile. She had a baby in her arms. “I’m Ellassandra, a friend of Mona’s. Please come in.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Ellassandra. I’m Lydia and this is my boyfriend, Landon,” Libby said. “And who is this sweet baby?”
“My son, Rockson.” She kissed his cheek and a drooly grin appeared on his face. He had shimmering gray eyes. Strangely, they reminded me of Storm’s and Maddox’s, without the shimmering part. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”
“Oh my goodness.” Libby admired the baby boy. “He’s precious. You don’t hear the name Rockson often. It’d make a great musician’s name or movie star.”
“Or biker.” The young mother rolled her eyes and shut the door. “But that’s a story for another time. Please make yourself at home. Mona just got out of the shower and will be out shortly.”
I set the box on the small dining table and scanned the space. It wasn’t much. The kitchen opened up to the living room. Mona had one sofa and a recliner. No flat screen TV. Adequate was a good way to describe it.
Keeping my back to the women, I listened to them talking about the baby. How adorable he was and how the labor had lasted seven hours. All things I didn’t give a shit about, but I guessed that was just chicks and babies.
Ellassandra toldLydiashe could call her Ella, then proceeded to tell her how the Hells Bells had basically saved her life after her boyfriend disappeared.
The vice president, Vegas, paid for the trailer house she lived in and let her borrow the car in the driveway, then her voice lowered and I couldn’t hear anymore.
I turned around and saw the ladies sitting on the sofa, and Libby was holding the baby. Not a surprise. I hadn’t seen a singlechild not find its way into her arms. They just all seemed to like her a lot.
Ella wiped a tear off her cheek as she whispered to Libby. We hadn’t even been in the place five minutes and the two of them looked like besties. That was my Libby. She had a magical way of making people feel comfortable and safe.
Whatever they were talking about seemed very intense. I couldn’t wait to get Libby alone to find out what Ella had told her.
“It’s so nice of you to come,” Mona said as she entered the room, in a pink sweatshirt and cutoff shorts.
“Of course.” Libby handed the baby to his mother and went to her sister. “How are you feeling?” She gave her a gentle hug.
“Tired, but that’s to be expected. So you’ve met Ella, my new trainee.”
Trainee? What did that mean?
“Yes, she’s very sweet.”
“Right.” Mona went to the recliner and sat, covering her lower half with a fuzzy blanket. “She has a stubborn streak, but being a sweet butt will straighten her out.”
Well, shit. Now I knew what trainee meant and what Ella was probably sharing with Libby.
“Vegas hasn’t made it official yet.” The young woman looked uncomfortable, even afraid, while holding her son. “He won’t make me start until Rockson’s fully weaned, so I have time. Maybe his daddy will show up any day.”
I sensed the girl’s prayer was that her baby daddy returned before she was forced into being a club girl.
There wasn’t a damn thing I could do to help her. My job was to find the RJ who’d sent the threatening letter to Storm, and most likely had blown up David’s clubhouse, killing his young daughter.
Mona snorted. “Rocky isn’t coming back, baby girl. He only cares about saving his own ass.”
