I should have fucking killed him for putting his hands on her. If I ever find out she’s seeing someone I’ll kill him too. I’ve never been the jealous type before, I’ve watched my cousin be fucking consumed by it and never wanted that shit for myself, but the thought of any motherfucker putting his hands on her again… Jesus, I need a fucking whiskey and a brawl to calm my shit down.
I don’t get the chance to look up the security footage.
“Church!” King bellows down the hall, and even through my closed door I hear it loud and clear.
I leave my shit behind, stalking straight to the chapel and taking my seat while the others all file in at a slower pace. Hellion joins me first, slinging himself down into his chair with a groan.
“We’ve got runs to get into,” he murmurs, and I shrug. It’s about time to get back into the real Unseen business. We’ve been leaving it to the lower members and other charters for too long thanks to King’s homecoming and now we have some leads on the fucking rats.
I glance back to see if Rue’s ass has made it in yet. I need him to come hunting with me after this shit.
Hellion sighs at me. “Is your head in this or not?"
I scoff and look up to meet his eyes. He's the only one not laughing and joking around, the caretaker uncle as always. "My head's just fine. I've just got some shit going on."
He shrugs. "I heard about the new stripper you're stalking. 'Struck or just enjoying a challenge?"
I let out a breath. It's the first time someone has noticed. Well, someone who isn't Rue and Speck. Those two don't fucking count, I spend every waking fucking minute with one of them. The joys of growing up in an open house for the lost boys of the Unseen. Between my cousins and the twins there’s always someone hanging around. It's always come in handy with keeping an eye on Trink but fuck if it doesn't make my skin crawl a little from all the eyes on me right now.
"It's not something I want talked about a whole lot. I'm not looking to settle down with trouble, no matter how hot the package is." Cole hands me a drink and I shoo him away. This isn't a conversation I want anyone overhearing.
Hell nods and drains his beer. "You need to let that bitch go. The curse is nothing but fucking trouble. Liza and Georgie proved that shit."
Liza would be Rue's mom. An addict and a shitty fucking human, she left when he was six and never once came back for him.
Georgie tried to take Speck with her when she left so I guess that was a half-step up but leaving the Unseen isn't on the table for a Callaghan and when Hell made that clear, she still left her son behind to chase some dream in Cali.
The thought of raising a kid here by myself, having them sleeping in the clubhouse or back at my parents’ place when I'm locked up over club shit, it makes things clearer.
I'm not fucking touching her.
I finish off my beer in a single go. "Bitches are good at sucking dick and that's about it. I've got no need for a full-time piece. Fuck it, I don't wanna talk about it anymore. I don't need it getting back to Keely and her getting her hopes up."
Hell chuckles and nods. "Yeah, she'd be after some grandbabies in no time. She always was happiest with a bunch of toddlers running around.”
No fucking thank you.
King and Hawk both walk in together and I shut my mouth up tight.
No way I’m letting word get out.
I’m fucked enough as it is.
After the meeting I pass the hell out.
I wait until I’ve had eight solid hours of sleep before I get back on my computer and find the security footage. The guy has been in The Boulevard before which makes it easy to find and run his ID.
Finley Moody.
Some rich dick, not from Coldstone, and nothing comes up on the ID check. He works for Southern Miss, drives a Range Rover, and belongs to a country club.
What a fucking asshole.
He’ll be a dead asshole soon. I send his details to Rue and, after thinking about it for a half-second, I send them to Speck too. I need them both on this. If Speck is keeping an eye on Angel, which he will be until further notice, then he needs to know all about the assholes that might be a fucking problem.
He messages back straight away.
Can’t take care of him. Angel’s student advisor, too fucking messy. I’ll keep an eye out instead.
Student advisor.
She’s at college?
What a way to find out that there’s so much I don’t know about her. Fuck, other than the fact she’s hot as hell and can work a pole better than any other girl I’ve ever seen I know fucking nothing about her really.
I don’t like it.
What’s she doing at Southern Miss?
I hate asking him but I need to fucking know.
No idea but she’s good with numbers. Fucking good, Poe passed a geometry test for the first time thanks to her notes.
I don’t have enough time to think that through fully. Jameson’s bachelor party is being held at Mugshots, the bar the MC owns, and I said I’d drop by and have a drink with them. I don’t know Jameson like Axe does but I’ve met him plenty of times, most of them involving a helluva lot of whiskey, and I’ve buried some bodies for him.
Enough that we have a mutual respect for each other.
The motherfucker doesn’t miss with a long distance rifle and a scope.
I make it to Mugshots early so I can check it out before the party gets here. I want to get in and out because I’m a dumbass about Angel, even though I’m trying so fucking hard not to be. I want to go get my eyes on her and make sure Moody didn’t go after her again last night.
If he knows her from college he might have her fucking address too.
Come to think of it, I need her fucking address.
It’s already busy, every table full and the food and drinks are coming out at a decent clip. I grin and work my way through the room, greeting the regulars and the townspeople that I’ve spent my whole life around. Some people might find that a little claustrophobic but to me it’s just the way home is. I know everything and everyone so if someone steps outta line I know exactly how to deal with it.
I take a seat in the Callaghan booth, always reserved for one of us, and one of the waitresses comes to my table straight away.
She grins at me, all batting eyelashes and push up bra. “Hey Tomikas! It’s been a minute since you were last here! Something big going on in your world?”
I don’t have it in me to flirt back with her. Fuck, I can’t even fake it. “I’m a busy man. I’ll have a couple beers and that’s it.”
She deflates with a pout but doesn’t push me. “Coming right up.”
She’s quick about bringing them to me, and when she turns to leave I spot the last fucking person I want at this bar tonight.
Angel walks in in a pair of jeans and an old, washed out band tee. Her hair is already done and her make up so she’s not here for a fucking drink.
I want to break something.
She spots me and startles a little, then she pulls herself up and walks over to me with a straight back and a determined look on her face.
The second she’s within earshot I snap, “What the hell are you doing here?”
She clears her throat as she comes to a stop in front of the booth. “Diamond told me I had to work the party here tonight. She said it was do this or find a new job and I like The Boulevard.”