So far, it’s worked.
The app loads and I stare at her car as it turns down a street not far from the studio.
Where the fuck is she going?
She stops halfway down the street and my head falls back against the seat as all of the air in my lungs rushes out of me.
Oh, thank fucking God.
I don’t know why I didn’t think to check Eden’s place first. Sighing again, I lift my head and stare at the screen, contemplating my options. She has ignored two phone calls now and she went to Eden’s instead of coming home so maybe it’s best that I give her the night to cool off. The thought of spending the next almost twenty-four hours without her kills and my stomach twists at the idea. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to go to her and bring her home with me where she belongs but right now, with both of us so fucking mad, it would only makes things worse. As I look up at the house, I shake my head. The thought of going inside that house by myself is too painful and I turn back to the road and pull away from the curb.
I’ll spend the night at the clubhouse and in the morning, I will think of something epic to apologize to her.
As I drive through the dark streets, my mind drifts to the flowers again and a wave of possessiveness wells up inside me. Piper isn’t guilty of anything but this little fucker who sent her the flowers sure as hell is. My mind immediately flips to her recent ex, James, and the conversation we had before we went to Charleston. She said that he had wanted to get together again that night but when she said she blocked him and we never heard from him again, I forgot about it. Seems to me that James didn’t, though.
I pull into the clubhouse parking lot and park my truck before jumping out. It’s quiet here tonight and I glance over at the two bikes sitting near the door. Blaze and Streak are the only two people here which makes sense with all of us too consumed with protecting our families to hang out like we used to. It’s actually a little sad that Blaze and Streak don’t have anyone to go home to, now that I think about it.
Blaze glances up from one of the tables as I walk in and scowls as he studies my face. “What’s wrong?”
“Just some little fuck sending flowers to my wife.”
“Wanna go fuck him up?” he asks, nonchalant, like he didn’t just suggest we go beat the shit out of a little bitch. I stare at him for a second before shrugging.
“Maybe. I’ll keep you posted.”
He nods and I head upstairs to grab a laptop from my room. Streak is our resident tech expert but I don’t do too bad myself and for this, I’m perfectly capable of finding everything I need. Once I’m back downstairs in the bar with my computer, I set it down and grab a beer before opening it up to dig into James’s past.
Fuck…
I don’t even know this asshole’s last name.
Shaking my head, I open my computer and after it boots up, I log into social media and go to Piper’s profile. Maybe I can find a clue here. Scrolling down her page, I stop when I get a photo of them from four months ago and smile when I see that she tagged him. After opening his profile in another window, I stare at the picture for a second before I release a breath. Piper is my world and has been since we were kids so I know her inside and out, better than she knows herself and all it takes is a quick glance at the picture to tell me that she wasn’t ever happy with this fucker.
Reassured, I flip over to his profile and grab his birthday before opening up another search engine and typing in his full name and his birthdate. Like magic, his contact information pops up from a job search website and I look over my shoulder at Blaze, who is sipping coffee and flicking through the newspaper.
“You still feel like going to fuck someone up?”
He nods and slams his hand down on the paper. “Absolutely.”
I fight back a laugh as he jumps up, looking ready to put his fist through someone’s face but I can’t say that I blame him. All of us are feeling antsy with everything we’re dealing with and we have no way to expel that energy. As he pulls his cut on, he glances at the stairs.
“Streak!”
“What?” Streak’s voice yells from the end of the hallway and Blaze just crosses his arms over his chest and waits. Sure enough a few seconds later, Streak comes storming down the hallway and leans over the balcony. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Feel like going to fuck somebody up?”
He studies me. “Who?”
“This asshole that sent flowers to Piper,” I answer and his lip curls back for a second before he shrugs.
“Sure. I was getting bored anyway. Meet you outside.”
He disappears back down the hallway and Blaze nods to the front door. “Let’s go.”
“Should I be concerned by how eager you are to go kick someone’s ass?” I ask and he flicks a glare in my direction that tells me to drop the subject.
“No.”
Raising my hands in surrender, I let it go as we walk outside and he stops by his bike. I walk over to the truck and tell him to just follow me before climbing behind the wheel. Once Streak jogs out of the clubhouse and swings his leg over his bike, I back out of my parking space and pull out of the lot with them hot on my heels. My knuckles turn white as I grip the steering wheel tightly again thinking about this son of a bitch thinking he has any claim to my woman. Or thinking that it’s okay to send her flowers when she’s cut off all contact with him.
It’s assholes like this that we end up helping girls get away from and the more I think about him with Piper, the more I can’t wait to put my fist in his face.
Fuck.
I don’t even care if he presses charges at this point.
Although, having to call Piper and ask her to bail me out of jail might not go over so well. Then I would have to apologize for another thing.
We pull up in front of a decent looking house not from the club and the front door opens before I can even jump out of the truck. He eyes the bikes warily as the engines cut off and steps out onto the porch.
“Can I help you?”
I look down at the paper in my hand. “James Williams?”
“Yeah, what the hell do you want?” he snaps and my brow shoots up to my hairline as I look over at Blaze and Streak. Who in the fuck does this guy think he is? If three bikers show up on your doorstep looking for you, the worst thing you can do is cop an attitude. I walk halfway up his front sidewalk and stop, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I want you to stop sending flowers to my fucking wife.”
His head jerks back. “Your wife? I don’t even fucking know you, douchebag.”
“Sure, you do. I’m the guy you could never live up to in Piper’s mind.”
“Piper?” he asks, a smile curving across his face as he walks down the steps, suddenly feeling ten feet taller. Oh, I can’t wait to knock this guy out. My hand twitches with the urge to throw the first punch but I wait. “How is my girl?”
Blaze beats me to it, throwing the first punch instead and James crumbles to the ground with a whimper.
“Geez, guy, you gotta watch where you’re going. You could really hurt yourself tripping over shit like that” Streak says, stepping up behind him and lifting him to his feet again. “Now, I think my friend here was talking to you.”
“Fuck you,” he growls, spitting blood at my feet but I don’t move as I look down at it in disinterest. What the hell did Piper ever see in this guy? I mean, besides her desperate desire to have a baby.