Shades (Evil Dead MC 3)

“What makes him worthy of her?”

“You takin’ an interest?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, let me tell you,” he nodded toward Shades, “he’s a hell of a lot more sure about her than just a ‘maybe’.”

“Hell, Undertaker, I just met her. You just met her.”

“You’re a good man, Blood, but—”

“And you just met him.”

“That cut on his back tells me a hell of a lot.”

“Yeah, okay, I’ll give him that, but she’s you’re daughter. You need to be sure about him.” Blood’s eyes bore into him.

“Don’t need you tellin’ me what I need to do, Blood.”

“Right.” Blood looked off over the water.

“There is something you can do for me, and it might work in your interest.”

“What’s that?” His head swiveled back.

“He wants to take her back to Alabama.”

Blood straightened. “What the fuck? You lettin’ him?”

“I can’t force her to stay here.”

“Oh, hell yeah, you can.”

Undertaker smiled. “Right. But our relationship’s on shaky enough ground right now. I push her too far, I’ll lose her completely.”

Blood shook his head and looked away. “She’s your daughter, she does what she’s told.”

“Relax, Blood.”

“So, what’s this ‘chore’ you got for me?” He crossed his arms, leaning back against the rail.

“I want to send a couple boys back with them. Escort ‘em.”

“Escort ‘em? What the fuck for?”

“They’ve got some trouble with the DKs. I’d feel better with more men on her.”

Blood frowned. “DKs? What kind of trouble?”

“They’re looking for her. Think she stole from them. Stabbed one of them to death.”

Blood’s arms came unfolded. “What the hell? You serious?”

He shrugged. “It’s one hell of a story.”

Blood looked over in Skylar’s direction, and a half grin pulled on his mouth. “Maybe she’s more like her ol’ man than I thought.”

Undertaker chuckled. “Yeah, if she did it, but she says she didn’t.”