I felt bad for him, or more likely his sister, but it really wasn’t my concern. Was it? “I don’t have any answers and I don’t know your sister.”
“Why did Roadkill MC shoot up your store?”
“Isn’t that the million-dollar question? Probably because a friend of mine is married to someone in another…uhm…club.” I hoped I sounded more confident than the last two words because my confidence was waning.
Recognition flashed in his eyes and I hoped this man didn’t represent another threat to Cross and the club. Then my father’s words came back to me, something that hadn’t happened in more than a decade.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Cross
What the fuck?
I’d left the clubhouse and headed straight to Moon’s house even though Max and Golden Boy, plus their wives, had assured me that she wasn’t at home. She wasn’t but maybe she had been. Sometime between Max leaving and my arrival, someone had been here. I found the door kicked open. And more, they were looking for something.
Moon’s house was never disorganized. Sure there were always signs of life such as Beau’s backpack hanging on the back of a dining chair they never used or one of Moon’s many colorful scarves draped over whatever piece of furniture was nearest. Now her place was a fucking mess. Ransacked was the only word to describe it. Desk drawers were pulled out and papers were dumped everywhere. The brightly colored loveseat had slashes on each cushion, a clear sign that someone was looking for something. Guilt bubbled in my gut at what this mess could possibly mean.
It had to be Roadkill. I didn’t know how or why, but somehow, they found out about me and Moon. It was the only thing that made sense and it fucking pissed me off. If they had her and Beau, fuck me. If they harmed one hair on their head, I’d make sure none of them lived to regret it. I tried to call Moon for the fourth or fifth time and again it went straight to voicemail.
Goddammit.
Dropping down on the sofa with my head in my hands, I let the feeling of failure settle over me. Again. It was a sick feeling of déjà vu, me leaving my woman to an unknown danger while I handled shit for the Reckless Bastards. Not that I regretted the club, because I didn’t. I’d taken on being President, and I’d carried out that role to the best of my ability. It was my job, my responsibility to keep my club members and their families safe.
And now it looked like Moon was paying the price for it. Maybe even Beau, too. That thought make me sick to my stomach and I knew I had to get the fuck out of there and find them.
Closing the door behind me, I practically ran from Moon’s house and jumped on my bike, racing through every fucking street in Mayhem in search of Moon’s sporty green Subaru. It was nowhere to be found and that only compounded my anger. And my guilt. If I hadn’t been trying to put some distance between us, she would have known she needed to be more careful.
Dammit! Fuck!
Moon was strong-willed and independent, used to dominating her whole world without any input from anyone else. She was one of the strongest women I’d ever met, hell that I’d ever known and now I might have lost her. Her car wasn’t in Mayhem and two hours later I had confirmation she wasn’t in Vegas either, at least her car wasn’t. “Fuuuuuck!”
The phone rang and I tapped the Bluetooth inside my helmet. “Yeah?”
“Cross it’s Jana. Moon just called and said some biker is chasing her. She doesn’t want to go home and she refuses to come here.”
“What? Why?” I knew it was a dick move to pull back without any explanation, but would she rather be in danger than accept my help? That was bullshit.
“Because,” Jana sighed. “She said you have enough to deal with right now.”
Aw, fuck. “Shit. I’m on my way back to the clubhouse. See if you can get her on the phone for me. And Jana?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for letting me know.”
“Of course. I know Max would want to know if it was me.” Her words were cryptic but with her voice bouncing around inside my helmet I could hear the smile in her words.
“He damn well better since you’re his wife and the mother of his kids.” While Moon and I were just having fun. A lot of fun in the sack and if I was being honest, outside of it too.
I continued, “Moon is a really nice woman with a cute kid and I hate that she’s mixed up in this shit because of us.”
“Okaaay. If that’s the lie you’re still telling yourself, sure Cross.” Without waiting for me to respond, which likely would have been with a few choice swear words, Jana ended the call and as soon as I could I turned my bike around, hit the throttle and headed back to the clubhouse. Feeling like an impotent fuck because I couldn’t help Moon.
Jana didn’t know what she was talking about. Moon wasn’t serious about me, she couldn’t be. She had a kid to look after and didn’t need this kind of drama in her life. There may have been a time or two when I looked at her and saw more, but that was my own fucking selfishness. I wanted Moon and the more time I spent with her, the more I wanted her. Wanted to do more than fuck her. Hell, I even enjoyed those weird breathing exercises, if for no other reason than we got to sit close and her sexy, earthy scent managed to dig deep into my brain and take up residence.
Thinking about the woman had conjured her up, or maybe Jana had told her to call me because there she was on my phone.