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“Prez just told Reck about Carrie and also that you’re his son,” I warn.
Johnny looks down and says, “That why he took off like his ass was on fire a few moments ago?”
I put my hand on his shoulder as reassurance.
“Nothing to do with you, Johnny. Fuck, you should have seen the smile on his face when he found out you’re his son. His leaving had everything to do with Carrie,” I assure him. “Back in the day, your sister was a daddy’s girl, and your dad worshipped her. It’s a man’s job to protect his family, and Reck is going to feel like he failed.” I give him a moment for it to sink in. “He’s going to need us to make sure he knows he hasn’t failed. He was inside protecting his brothers, his other family. A hard spot to be put in.”
As Johnny is still a prospect, I can’t share too much club business with him, but it is his dad and sister, so I give him what I can. Making my way across the lot back to the clubhouse, I need to speak with Wire. Wire is our resident computer genius. If he doesn’t know it, then it’s not worth knowing. Catching up to him, I fling my arm around his shoulders.
“Any luck finding my girl?” I ask, praying he has something.
“Sorry, Joker, I’ll keep looking, but her files from our CPS will have been transferred to the new area, but not knowing when or where makes it harder to look for,” he says, sounding as deflated as I feel. “I recently heard of a new hacker on the scene with mad skills. Had a few run-ins with him. Might reach out and see if he can help. Worth an ask.”
Now, this sounds more hopeful. Smacking him on the back, I tell him, “Fuck yeah, anything is worth a shot.”
Heading for the bar, I grab a beer. Feeling a hand on my arm, I know it’s a club girl.
“Hey, baby,” she purrs in my ear.
Turning, I see Nikki standing next to me, wearing hardly any clothes, so her fake as fuck tits are nearly falling out her top.
“Nikki,” I say, trying to sound as bored as possible, hoping she gets the hint.
“Fancy some fun, big boy?” she giggles.
Do women really think this shit is a turn-on? Removing her hand from my shoulder, I tell her, “Not tonight, Nikki. Go please another brother.”
Stepping away from her, I make my way over to the table Tank, Bull, and a few other brothers are sitting at shooting the shit.
Sitting down, Bull turns to me.
“Seems Reck took it better than I thought he would.”
Bull is named as he is, because he is as moody as a Bull and can smell bullshit from a mile off.
“Yeah, still kills me,” I grunt.
Bull just nods his head
“She means a lot to all of us, son. She’s family, our Princess. Here is where she belongs, and we will get her back.”
I really hope he’s right.
Halfway through the night, we end up outside with a bonfire. Reck had returned and seems a little calmer. He’s currently sitting around the bonfire with a girl on his knee and his head between her tits. Our club girls are the best around, not whores, but just fun girls who need a home, a place to belong like all of us, and happen to like sex. The only bad one out of the bunch is Nikki. She’s never really fit in with the others, and you can tell the other girls don’t like her. They steer clear of her drama.
Feeling like I’m done for the night, I start to head back to the clubhouse. As I pass Reck, he grabs my arm, slurring his words a little. He tries to say, “You find my girl, promise me.”
Patting him on the back, I reply, “I promise.”
With that, he goes back to the girl on his knee. I head to bed and dream of having Carrie in my arms again.
CHAPTERFIVE
CARRIE
Feeling a little hand on my arm brings me out of my sleep. I try to move my head, but the pain is too much and I groan.
“Keep still, Mom, it’s okay,” Beau reassures me.
