Broke nods. “It would help. Maybe it won’t be necessary since we have eyes on his every move. He could jump into his car and drive back to the house and check on Morgan and Donald, since we told him Donald was missing. Then we’ll have him since he would be aware of it when he goes down into the underground space.”
“Or when we hear back from Ramrod who is checking the traffic cams. We might find out who was driving the car,” Archer adds. “Either way it’s only a matter of time until we have all the facts and can clear this up.”
The guys fall into a discussion on how it’s best to handle this but they soon come to the conclusion Broken Deeds MC should have complete control. A direct order comes from both presidents to keep me and Val on lockdown until further notice.
To be honest I’m okay with it. It gives me the one thing I need: Val safe and unharmed beside me. After another twenty minutes the meeting is done and we all stroll into the main room.
“Beecher, can I have a word with you?” Wyatt asks and heads back into church.
I glance back at Val, not liking the fact I have to leave her side.
She rolls her eyes. “We’re in the same building surrounded by your brothers and some more from another MC along with it. Add the fact that you can have your eyes on me through the window, I’d say you’re overreacting.”
“I don’t fucking care,” I grumble and she shoots me a loving look, raises herself on her toes and brushes her mouth against mine.
“You’re sexy when you pout,” she whispers.
Her words make me snicker. “If I remember correctly, you think my every move is sexy.”
“True,” she says, the one word oozing the promise of sex as soon as we’re able to. “So, you’d better hurry up. You and I have been put on lockdown. That’s short for staying in our room and having sex all day every day, right?”
“Fuck,” I croak. “I believe it is. I’ll be right back.”
“Hurry,” she says against my back, the one word is dipped with laughter.
I don’t care, I’m rushing to handle this and will drag her into my room to lock us away from the outside world. Sex will give us the option to reconnect and shut out the rest. Leaving it to everyone else to handle the problem that haunts us.
I step inside church and see Deeds, Broke, Wyatt, and Archer standing close together. They fall silent and turn when they hear the door fall shut behind me. I cross my arms in front of my chest and wait patiently. They requested me here so I guess they are going to lecture me, or hell, maybe they are going to pressure me into using Val as bait. Over my dead body.
“Does your old lady have her laptop with her at all times?” Deeds’ question comes as a surprise.
I blink a few times and reply, “Yeah, she handles her business on that thing. Her phone too if the laptop isn’t within reach.”
“Pierre just slipped out of the house and he managed to shake the tail we had on him.” Deeds holds his hand up to silence me, because I’m about to curse him to hell and back, but he continues, “With him out of the house we did a full sweep and found a room filled with monitors. One shows your room. As in right fucking now. A live feed. Which only means one thing.”
“He’s hacked into her camera,” I hiss.
“Yeah,” Broke states. “And from the looks of it they have been for a long time.”
Both hands fly into my hair. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl to myself and pull at my hair in frustration.
I lock eyes with the men behind me who seem to discover crucial details all while letting this asshole slip through their fingers. Yet, they do keep us informed and are on top of things. This also makes me aware how fucked-up this is getting.
I point at Deeds. “My old lady doesn’t need to hear any of this. I don’t want the humiliation and breach of privacy ripping open old wounds.”
“We hear ya,” Archer says. “But we need every piece of equipment she owns. Consider everything compromised, and until we know they don’t have any external feed leading fuck knows where, we need to be safe rather than sorry.”
“I’ll get everything right now,” I tell them and turn to head for my room.
“Beecher,” Deeds’ voice makes me stop and glance over my shoulder.
“Pierre is in on this. He’s the perfect one to have access to all her stuff as her personal assistant. We will end this, but he’s out there and until he’s been taken care of it isn’t safe for either of you.”
“No need to repeat the warning. My old lady and I aren’t leaving the clubhouse this time. Not until you give the all clear.”
“Thanks for your trust in us to handle this,” Deeds says, sincerity lacing his words.
“I’m the one who’s thankful. Broken Deeds’ reputation precedes itself; I couldn’t have anyone better having my back in this. Right next to my own brothers, obviously,” I state.
“Obviously,” Deeds echoes with a grin.
“Any idea how you’re going to get her stuff without telling her the reason?” Wyatt questions.
I shoot the men a grin. “Those who have an old lady, know how good a fight can be, only to reap the benefits of makeup sex.”
“Hell, yeah.” Both Deeds and Broke mimic my grin as I stalk into the main room of the clubhouse.
To be honest, I have no idea how to safely take the stuff away from her without an explanation, so pitching a fight it is. Well, maybe not so much as pitching a fight, more like creating one.
I stalk right up to her and ask, “Can I have your phone?”
She’s slightly confused but automatically reaches for her phone and hands it over. I grip it hard and channel all the anger inside me as I pull my arm back and throw the thing as hard as I can against the wall.
Val gasps while Maci and Tracy both say in sync, “What the hell?”
I stalk into the hallway, hearing footsteps behind me as I burst into my room.
My eyes land on her laptop and the reminder hits me of how they’ve been watching her for a long fucking time. More anger flares and before I know it, the laptop is airborne until it crashes against the wall.
“What the hell has gotten into you?” Val growls.
“Any other electronic device of yours in our midst?”
Her eyes slide to her bag as soon as I’ve thrown the question at her. Shit. There’s more.
I stalk to her bag and at the same time she grabs the other end. “What are you doing?” She tries to rip the bag from me, and I let her as soon as my fingers curl around her iPad.
The “Noooooo,” falling from her lips is drowned by the shattering of her iPad and there’s instant calmness washing over me.
Well, maybe not totally since I’m staring at a hellion on heels. Realization sets in. Her iPad. She uses it for reading. She sometimes reads on her phone if she doesn’t have her kindle near and I smashed both. I grab my phone to shoot a message to a prospect to get her a new one but it’s ripped from my hand and follows the same route as her iPad.
“What the fuck?” I growl as I meet her death glare.
“I vividly remember asking you the same thing!” she snaps, almost biting my head off along with it.
“I was going to text a prospect to get me a new iPad so you could read,” I snap back, leaning in close so our noses almost touch.