Page 64 of B-ry
I accepted and got to my feet as well. Then we were moving, out of the ring and down the long hall that led to the back. He opened a door and walked inside. It wasn’t smart to follow him in because it could have been an ambush. And I kept that in the forefront of my mind as I followed him inside.
But it turned out to be an empty office. I was pretty sure I let out a relieved breath.
“Tell me.” His words were more like a demand but I felt like it was almost meant as a question.
I tore off the other glove and set it on the oddly bare desk. Then I told him.
About Laurel.
About what we knew.
About how we had not a damn thing.
“We help,” he said like a caveman that couldn’t speak in complete sentences as his heavy hand descended on my shoulder.
I flinched only because I was sore as fuck.
This seemed to amuse him and he threw his head back and barked out a laugh to the ceiling.
“Need to work out more, biker.”
“Yeah,” I grumbled.
“But for real. I’ll ask around. See what I can find.”
“Thank you,” I said as I blindly nodded. Hell, I would take all the help I could get right now.
“Tell your boss,” he said snapping me out of my daze. “I don’t want any bad blood between us. We have good thing going on. Pyotr would be pissed if it got messed up.”
And there was maybe the thing I had needed all along. That Pyotr wasn’t really a threat to the club. That the Russians weren’t what we needed to fear. It still didn’t mean I wasn’t going to watch my back, and the clubs. It just meant that I realized that possibly I’d been an asshole when I didn’t need to be.
“Go. I’ll call you if we find something.”
I stood tall and held out my hand. He shook it a little more firmly than I could handle at the moment.
It was not a fun walk back to the compound, that was for sure. If I’d known what I was in for when I got there, I would have ridden over instead. I needed a hot shower and a long nap but it would have to hold off a bit. I only hoped that Iron wouldn’t be pissed. It wasn’t like I had really spilled club business, though it was bordering on it. Laurel was one of our own. And not just because she was Cami’s sister. While I may not have outright said it, she was mine, in my heart and in my head. So for damn sure she was part of the club, and it also meant that I would go to any lengths to find her.
No surprise, I found Iron in his office.
“Prez,” I said as I pushed the door open.
“Hey, B.” He paused as he took in the cut above my brow but didn’t say anything about it.
“Got something to tell you,” I said as I slid into one of the seats in front of his desk. He merely raised a brow at me and waited to hear what I had to say. “Went to the gym and somehow ended up having a conversation with Andrei. I didn’t tell too much, but he offered to help look for Laurel.”
Iron nodded a few times while he took in my words. I hoped I hadn’t fucked up royally.
“Yeah,” he said and I waited for him to go on. “This could be good. We need all the help that we can get. Hell, maybe they can see something we keep missing.”
There were more but I could tell he wouldn’t say it out loud given the circumstances. This could bring us closer together. Make the club realize that the Russians weren’t our enemy. Yeah, for the brothers that were like me. I couldn’t even argue with that but I wasn’t going to say it either.
“You sure about this?” he asked and I knew what he was really wanting to know.
“He seemed genuine. And at this point, maybe I’m a bit desperate. If they can help bring her home, I don’t fucking care the cost.”
Because, hello. I wasn’t dumb. And neither was Iron. This could end in a favor owed. But like I said, I didn’t fucking care as long as Laurel was safe.
“Alright. I’ll accept their help.”
