Page 78 of Greedy Grizzly
“Good work. Going forward, I want Libby to continue rebuilding her relationship with her sister.”
“She won’t mind doing that. She wants her sister in her life.”
“Good. But I also want her to get close to Ella. Like real close, like an older sister since the girl seems to be alone.” The young mom was my ticket to my half sister’s killer.
As long as we had RJ’s girl and his baby in our clutches, we’d eventually catch him. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take too long.
“How’s it supposed to work?” Grizzly asked. “I mean, we live in Minnesota. I’m needed here.”
“Right. I don’t mean move there. That would be over the top and might draw attention to you and Libby. Visit her sister like a normal family would do.”
“I don’t know what a normal family does.”
I scratched my beard. “Yeah, me either. Nothing was normal in my family.”
“And you know about my fucked-up childhood.”
I did and his was a million times worse than mine. The day my uncle Matt found Grizzly rummaging through the trashcan behind The Bullet was a day I’d never forget…
“Storm! Track! Raul!” Uncle Matt hollered from inside the clubhouse bar.
I looked at the triple stacked sandwich one of the Kittens had made me and cursed my life. My uncle’s timing was the worst.
My stomach rumbled, screaming at me to devour the mouthwatering lunch in front of me. I was always starving after lifting weights out in the garage. I needed sustenance. To refuel so I could make it through the rest of my day, and have enough energy for some pussy tonight.
“Where is everyone? Get your asses in here!” he yelled louder, sounding angrier.
Well, I sure as hell wasn’t going to leave my food on the table for one of my MC brothers to steal. I collected the plate and my bottle of water, and stalked toward all the hollering.
“What’s up?” Track asked me as we met at the entrance of the bar.
“No idea, but it sounds serious.”
“Everything is serious with your uncle.” Track snorted.
“Excuse me?” Raul grabbed his son by the neck and shook him. “It’s prez to you, pendejo.”
I grinned wide at Track. It cracked me up how his dad called him stupid in Spanish. It sounded better and more rough. Or maybe it was Raul’s husky, scratchy voice.
“You need to know your place in the club. Understand?” Raul hissed through his clenched teeth at Track.
Damn, he even intimidated me a little. No, not really. Nobody scared me.
“Yeah, I understand,” Track replied. That right there was one of the many differences between me and Track. He respected his father and his authority. I hated mine and was glad he’d sent me away to live with my Uncle Matt.
“Show your president the respect he deserves. You get me?” Raul asked his son.
“Yeah, I get you.” Track pulled out of his dad’s grasp. “Do you have to squeeze so hard?”
Raul shook his head and went into the bar.
“Your old man doesn’t mess around, ese,” I told him, nudging my elbow into his side. “Gotta be careful what you say when he’s in earshot.”
“Watch it, or I’ll take your sandwich.”
“Try and see what happens.” I puffed my chest out and lunged toward him. He flinched back, of course. I was bigger and stronger, and not very forgiving. If anyone salivated over my food or stole it, they would be met with my fist in their face.
“About fucking time!” Matt sneered at us. “Took you all forever to get in here. This is Brent.”
