The Biker's Cherry (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 8)

The moment her head hits a pillow she’s snoring. Jesus she’s something else. Fuck me I can’t wait to be shot of her ass. I grab a small trash can from the bathroom and roll her to her side in case she happens to wake up sick.

With that settled I open her purse. Normally I wouldn’t snoop but this is different. I search all her pockets and zipper compartments and don’t find anything but the empty baggie from earlier.

Time to check her phone. I have to be careful not to wake her as I hold her finger to the screen to use the fingerprint to unlock it. Once I’m in I open her recent messages to find out who she was talking to but there’s nothing other than a few messages about borrowing the dress she’s wearing tonight and the ones between us when I texted I was on my way.

I comb through her email. Her call log. There’s nothing. What the fuck?

I scrub a palm over the back of my head.

Shit.I take the phone downstairs to Prez.

“Let’s talk in my office.”

I follow him down the hall passing by his deceased daughter’s portrait. Such a tragic story. Died when she was in high school. Sad shit.

I close the door behind me and toss the device on his desk. “Know anyone good with phones?”

“Yeah. We got a guy. Might take a day or two though.”

“Cool. I’ll stall her and tell her she must have lost it. Then I’ll mysteriously find it after cleaning the bar.”

“You got anything else for me?”

“No. Her phone was clean but I’m not techy.”

“I’ll get my guy on it. Know that scene embarrassed you, but Lex knows you’re working an angle for me. Once this blows over and you have your patch none of it will fuckin’ matter. Go enjoy the party or what’s left of it.”

I nod. I know he’s right.

I step into the hallway when my cell buzzes. I look at the caller id and Kimber’s number flashes on my screen.