I see the fear in Jamie’s eyes. Being a prospect, he’s cleaned shit up, and he knows exactly what happens in the hangar. Our clubhouse is on an old, abandoned airport, set up perfectly for what we need. The newer hanger of the three was turned into the clubhouse, one of the old ones is where we conduct business that ain’t ever gonna see the light of day, and the third is where we store shit of the illegal variety.
“He’s gonna piss his pants.” I chuckle. He’d have never made it past prospect with the bullshit he’s pulled.
“Jesus, get the other prospect to clean this shit up while we’re in church.” Shovel turns around and walks towards our meeting room, all of us falling in step behind him. Except for me. I stop when my phone rings. There’s one thing that none of us take inside the room, and that’s cell phones.
“I’ll be there in a minute. It’s Sadie,” I tell their backs as I look down at the screen.
“Yep,” Razor mumbles.
“Kinda busy, sugar,” I answer the phone, hearing the hiccup in her voice and Henley crying in the background.
“I’m sorry, so sorry, but Henley spiked a fever after you left this morning and is back on her crying jag. Nothing’s soothing her, so I called the doctor, and she has an appointment in thirty minutes.” Fuck, there’s no way I’m going to be able to take her, and Doc is doing a shift at the hospital today, which leaves a prospect to take her.
“Alright, I’m not going to be able to go with you. Stay put. I’m sending over Bennett. Keep your phone on you and let me know what the doctor says,” I tell her, hating like hell I won’t be going with my girls.
“Monroe came over to hang out with us. She’s bored out of her mind. Is it okay if she goes with us?” When Sadie said she was going all in, well, it’s clear that was really happening.
“Don’t see why not. Give Henley a kiss for me. Stay alert.” I’m not even touching on the fact that both Sadie and Monroe have trackers on their phones so I know exactly where they are or that everyone is tracked, just in case.
“Thanks, sweetheart. I’ll let you know as soon as we know something. See you soon.”
“Soon, sugar.” I hang up the phone, walk into the meeting room, drop my phone into the bowl right inside the door, then take in the full room with all the brothers here, and something tells me shit is about to getting fuckin’ dicey.
Ten
Sadie
“I feel like the worst mom ever,” I tell Monroe. Why she wanted to hang out with me, I have no idea. Not when Raven’s around, or Persephone. I’m probably the epitome of old and boring. Though Monroe is younger than me by close to seven years, she’s wise beyond her years. That might be because of the way Doc raised her with no type of mother figure in sight, not even one at the club, or it could be the way she reminds me of an old soul, born in a wrong era.
“Not to make light of your situation, but my dad’s a doctor and still didn’t realize I had all the symptoms of mono when I was thirteen until I went to the clinic at school. The nurse knew right away. Let’s just say I got the kissing talk, which didn’t happen by then, but that’s because three other friends had it and we just so happened to all spend the night together back then. All of us contracted it. I imagine Dad felt the same way, but also, shit just happens.” She shrugs her shoulders. Henley’s in my arms, not wanting me to set her in a shopping cart or leave my arms today.
“I guess you’re right. I mean last time Henley had an ear infection, she tugged on her ears, so these symptoms totally blindsided me.” Thankfully, the doctor called in the antibiotics she needs, and it’s a quick pickup. True to his word, Ruger had Bennett meet me at his house since he couldn’t come and practically be our bodyguard. Not that I was real impressed with it, but Bennett has been easy, not getting in the way and allowing us to still move freely while watching out for us.
“It’s okay. I imagine it happens to a lot of parents.” We walk around for a few more minutes until my name is called over the speaker letting me know that Henley’s prescription is ready.
“Finally. I can’t wait for her to start feeling better. Isn’t that right, sweet girl.” I kiss her neck, making obnoxious noises so I can hear her giggle.
“Momma, Ru-ru gonna be home?” It sucked when Ruger didn’t answer my call after her doctor’s appointment, but I get it. He works just like I do, even if it is in a different type of setting.