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“Told him to get fucked. That they aren’t just any tattoo artists, and they don’t need anyone’s protection.” I laugh, shaking my head. Mad Max and the guys at that shop are some crazy fuckers. “Of course, the club has their back whether they need it or not.”
“They’re some badass motherfuckers.” Raze chuckles. “Other than that, he say how he’s doin’ out there?”
“He didn’t give away much, but the lil’ shit sounded good,” I tell him. Saint had volunteered to go help our NOLA brothers get their clubhouse set up and in order. It meant he could follow a couple of leads on his biological mom while he was there. He was supposed to go right after Christmas, but the new building didn’t end up being finished until March. He and Raze joined the club at the same time and have always been close. Saint leavin’ has been a little hard on Raze, though he won’t admit it.
“Good. I need to call the shithead.” That statement is meant more for himself than for me.
“You do that. In the meantime, make sure all the brothers know we got Church first thing in the mornin’.”
“You got it, Prez.” He hops out of the chair and walks out of my office. I lean my chair back and mull over last night and the dream I had. What did Cherry mean byit’s time?
Chapter Six
Athena
Once I’m done cleaning the kitchen and finish taking inventory, I head back to the office to continue working. Walking into the office, I spot something between the couch cushions out of the corner of my eye. I reach for it, realizing it’s a wallet. I open it to see who it belongs to, knowing it’s more than likely Bull’s.
“Jason Pierce,” I read the name on the license out loud. I figured Bull was a nickname, but he doesn’t seem like a Jason. The picture is him to a T, scowl and all. I smile to myself, thinking of the way he was constantly trying to make me blush last night. It worked every damn time and he’d flash a panty-dropping grin each time.
“How am I going to get this back to you?” I mumble to myself. I sit behind the desk and stare at the wallet. Rusty had said Bull was the president of a motorcycle club.What was the name of it?I question myself. Then it hits me. I type Savage Menaces into Google search, hoping I can find what I’m looking for. A few news articles about them pop up first. I scroll past them and find a website for the club. I click on it and explore the site, looking for some sort of contact information.
After a few minutes of searching, I finally find a phone number. I pick up the phone and dial the number. The phone rings and my heart pounds in my chest.
“Savage Menaces Clubhouse,” a young woman answers.
“Uh . . . hi, may I speak to Bull, please?” I stammer out.
“Who’s calling?” she asks.
I pause for a second. “A friend.”
“Hold on a sec.” She’s irritated now.
There are muffled voices, then a door closes before the woman talks.
“Why is there a woman callin’ the clubhouse lookin’ for you?” she says.
Shit! Is that his girlfriend?I think to myself. Maybe it’s his wife. He could have taken his ring off before coming into the bar.
My palms start to sweat and I quickly hang up the phone. I unlock the desk drawer and set Bull’s wallet in there, then close it and lock it back up. I’ll have to find another way to get it to him. Maybe I could mail it to him.
There are still a few hours before the bar opens for the day, so I decide to try to get some rest. Standing from the desk, I walk over to the couch. Grabbing the blanket off the back, I wrap it around myself and lay down. Exhaustion takes over. My eyelids become heavy as I drift off to sleep.
Bang. Bang.
I jolt awake, forgetting where I am until I take in the room. I release my shoulders, letting out a heavy sigh. It’s quiet. I must have had a bad dream. I glance at my phone and realize I slept for almost two hours.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Or not. It sounds like it’s coming from out front. My hands are instantly clammy. Could it be . . .? I shake the thought from my head to stand and slowly make my way to the front door.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I jump from the thundering of a fist against the door. I try to peek out the window without being seen.
“Goddess! Open up!” Bull shouts. I let out another sigh at the sound of his voice and unlock the door.
“You scared the hell out of me!” I tell him when I open the door.
